Dear store #6173. You have got to be kidding me. I come in at 12:29 and you really think that you are above doing your job and selling me the game that is on sale at the midnight premiere. So the doors open the gate is up and all your employees are standing around. I'm a 6 foot white male dressed in shorts and a Cutter and Buck jacket. Who the hell do you think you are to say you won't sell me the game I had exact cash on me and another $500 dollars. I hope you burn in hell for your lack of Southern Hospitality.By the way, it was a 30 minute drive from one Gamestop that matters on Eastchester to your POS location on S Main. I'll be sure to call tomorrow hoping to speak to the women that turned me away and laugh at the fact that I go to college, I make more in a month than you make in a year as it is, and your kids are hopefully starving to death because you work at a GAMESTOP.
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