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I live in a small town in north wales, and the nearest dedicated gaming shop is over 50 miles away. There used to be a local video rental shop that hired out PSX games, but they went out of business about six months ago. So as you can see, i live in a real Gamers Desert.
On a visit to my local Woolworths store, itself 28 miles away, i thought i would pre-order some games to go with my new PS2. I had a good idea what games that i wanted, so i went straight up to the counter and asked the old dear behind it if i could put my order in. Of course you can she said, and proceded to take my order. Then she asked how old my son was, this as you can imagine made me a little nervous, after all i had no idea how this woman knew me, or knew that i had a son. Quietly i replied that he was 3 years old, at which point she looked at me silly, then proceded to lecture me about letting my young son play with such "horrific" games. Once she had finished, i pointed out that the games were for myself and not for my son. At this she became very haughty, and completed my order. After giving me my collection form, she apologised for assuming that i was buying the games for a minor, but that she didn't know adults of MY AGE were playing computer games too.
Is this kind of experience normal, or was this poor woman just a rotting corpse re-animated to save Woolies paying for live staff. Are things really that much different away from the backwaters of my home land.
I am 27, and don't feel old enough to give up gaming yet. I can't imagine life without my daily fix of PSX pleasure.
The only up-point i can think of living in a land which is so deviod of gaming retail outlets is the fact it took until the 17th September to sell out of pre-orders for PS2, and i am assured of one on launch day.
On a visit to my local Woolworths store, itself 28 miles away, i thought i would pre-order some games to go with my new PS2. I had a good idea what games that i wanted, so i went straight up to the counter and asked the old dear behind it if i could put my order in. Of course you can she said, and proceded to take my order. Then she asked how old my son was, this as you can imagine made me a little nervous, after all i had no idea how this woman knew me, or knew that i had a son. Quietly i replied that he was 3 years old, at which point she looked at me silly, then proceded to lecture me about letting my young son play with such "horrific" games. Once she had finished, i pointed out that the games were for myself and not for my son. At this she became very haughty, and completed my order. After giving me my collection form, she apologised for assuming that i was buying the games for a minor, but that she didn't know adults of MY AGE were playing computer games too.
Is this kind of experience normal, or was this poor woman just a rotting corpse re-animated to save Woolies paying for live staff. Are things really that much different away from the backwaters of my home land.
I am 27, and don't feel old enough to give up gaming yet. I can't imagine life without my daily fix of PSX pleasure.
The only up-point i can think of living in a land which is so deviod of gaming retail outlets is the fact it took until the 17th September to sell out of pre-orders for PS2, and i am assured of one on launch day.
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I live in a small town in north wales, and the nearest dedicated gaming shop is over 50 miles away. There used to be a local video rental shop that hired out PSX games, but they went out of business about six months ago. So as you can see, i live in a real Gamers Desert.
On a visit to my local Woolworths store, itself 28 miles away, i thought i would pre-order some games to go with my new PS2. I had a good idea what games that i wanted, so i went straight up to the counter and asked the old dear behind it if i could put my order in. Of course you can she said, and proceded to take my order. Then she asked how old my son was, this as you can imagine made me a little nervous, after all i had no idea how this woman knew me, or knew that i had a son. Quietly i replied that he was 3 years old, at which point she looked at me silly, then proceded to lecture me about letting my young son play with such "horrific" games. Once she had finished, i pointed out that the games were for myself and not for my son. At this she became very haughty, and completed my order. After giving me my collection form, she apologised for assuming that i was buying the games for a minor, but that she didn't know adults of MY AGE were playing computer games too.
Is this kind of experience normal, or was this poor woman just a rotting corpse re-animated to save Woolies paying for live staff. Are things really that much different away from the backwaters of my home land.
I am 27, and don't feel old enough to give up gaming yet. I can't imagine life without my daily fix of PSX pleasure.
The only up-point i can think of living in a land which is so deviod of gaming retail outlets is the fact it took until the 17th September to sell out of pre-orders for PS2, and i am assured of one on launch day.
On a visit to my local Woolworths store, itself 28 miles away, i thought i would pre-order some games to go with my new PS2. I had a good idea what games that i wanted, so i went straight up to the counter and asked the old dear behind it if i could put my order in. Of course you can she said, and proceded to take my order. Then she asked how old my son was, this as you can imagine made me a little nervous, after all i had no idea how this woman knew me, or knew that i had a son. Quietly i replied that he was 3 years old, at which point she looked at me silly, then proceded to lecture me about letting my young son play with such "horrific" games. Once she had finished, i pointed out that the games were for myself and not for my son. At this she became very haughty, and completed my order. After giving me my collection form, she apologised for assuming that i was buying the games for a minor, but that she didn't know adults of MY AGE were playing computer games too.
Is this kind of experience normal, or was this poor woman just a rotting corpse re-animated to save Woolies paying for live staff. Are things really that much different away from the backwaters of my home land.
I am 27, and don't feel old enough to give up gaming yet. I can't imagine life without my daily fix of PSX pleasure.
The only up-point i can think of living in a land which is so deviod of gaming retail outlets is the fact it took until the 17th September to sell out of pre-orders for PS2, and i am assured of one on launch day.
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