My workplace experience with the world's biggest brat.

So, to elaborate, I don't hate kids. I hate working at gamestop and having to deal with really young kids, because I'm not their parent, but half of the games sold that are M+ go to kids at the age of 9 and 10 frequently. I suggest other games, but I always do my job and if the parent makes the purchase, so be it. But, the cockiest 12 year old (this was a month or two back) reminded me why I sometimes love telling kids "Either your parent buys it, or I can't sell it".

Average work day. I'm sitting behind the counter, tapping my chin, looking at the different stuff we were selling. I love video games, so gamestop was a great deal of fun, even if sometimes its absolutely nightmarish. Now, a few people are checking out games, two young kids playing Mario kart demo and I'm watching to make sure everything is going right. My three other co-workers are nice guys, and a gal, but we all know the rules and how things run around here, so it was nearing my lunchbreak. Before I'm ready to start heading out, a younger kid, around twelve or so in age, walks up and starts asking what games he should get. I try and be friendly, telling him splatoon is fun, and that he might like something like roblox or something. Well, he already has the latter (aneurysm intensifies), but then places a game up on the counter. Call Of F-cking Duty: Black Nopes 3. I don't have a tons against COD players, but I'm sick and tired of the franchise as is. But then it hits my head: this kid had no guardian or anyone to buy it for him . I tell him if he wants it, he needs to come back with his guardian or parent, or wait a little while before I can sell it. Now this gets him angry. He tells me all the kids his age play it, and that its no big deal. I state the rules again, and shrug. Finally, this kid decides to find a loophole: He asks me to buy it for him. Now at this point, most people would turn it down, but I like to stir up challenges, and I'm the kind of player that likes to crush someone's spirits if they do something to annoy me. In hearthstone, if you run agro and survive, I'll hold you out until you draw yourself to death. I'll demolish all your cards in control, and deny you victory at every turn when you use frost mage with ridiculous ice blocks and ice walls. I'm just that kind of player, not entirely toxic, but sly enough. This kid earns a bit of my respect, so I prop a deal with him: If he can beat me in a game of my choosing, he'll walk away with the game for free. If he loses, he pays up 10 bucks. Now, this isn't against policy since I technically check in my lunchbreak. This isn't illegal. My co-workers already know my game and roll their eyes. They know I'll challenge him to 1v1 league. Fortunately enough, this kid has league, and a laptop. I'm not sure what kind of 12 year old carries a laptop with him when he's going around, but maybe he wanted to have some fun in the mall. So I boot up my own laptop, and it begins. We go into the game, quickly typing in creds, checking stats, testing connection, and we're both good. This brat is spoiled, alienware laptop. I'm sitting here on my hellish windows 10 HP laptop. I create the lobby, and we set the rules. 1v1, destroy nexus, any champion. So we both get into the picks. Normally, I would have picked someone strong or well rounded, but I wanted to CRUSH this kid. If he picked range, it would matter, but he didn't seem like intelligent type. So I lock in , my main man, and prep hoping he picks an assassin or duelist incapable of fighting me. We both begin to load in, my dunkmaster skin (the finest, of course), and then I see his pick. . I nearly drop my coffee. He had purposely picked a dueling champion hoping I was a squishy. Now i'm not sure if he knew his matchups, or anything, but Darius ruins yasuo in basically every matchup. He has so many ways to punish the wind walking weeaboo. So we meet in mid, ready to fight. We farm, we scale. But I'm cautious, and play around his dashing. He's not bad, he knows his stuff, and looks to poke at me. But not short pokes. Long held out mini skirmishes where he'll stay just in range, and slap me. I continuously beat him down with every chance. This m-therf-cker is taking me lightly. Finally, as he goes for a poke, we hit 6. He misses his knockup while dashing forward, and I hook and punish. Hook, auto, W, auto, Q, auto, flash and dunk. His screen goes grey and he looks shocked. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO boy this is fun. We continue as I push down his first tower, earning my cleaver while he built a dancer. I'm getting a bit more frustrated by the moment as he decides to not fight me, so I alter my build to spite him, getting tabis and rushing randuins. I become tankier while he only seems to fall behind. second turret falls, mine is still at half on first turret. Its time to end. I keep rushing him, ripping through the minions and grabbing him. As the match finishes, my victory easy, he looks at me angrily and says "You cheated. I'm not a loser, so clearly you're cheating". Now, I've been called scum, a jerk, an idiot, a toxic piece of trash, and everything inbetween. But I was never a cheater. So I put down my laptop and stand up. "Pay up. I don't cheat." I put out my hand. He puts a 5 in it, not even the full 10, and marches off. I'm stunned. This kid was so assured he was good enough at game, and thought his skills were better than a 18 year old player who counter picked him.

Now, this might be looked at as bullying, but I just found it hilarious how kids these days think that they can scrape by rules, still lose, and think themselves winners. I'm bronze f-cking two. I don't deserve a goddamn penny to my name. But just listen when someone tells you: No, I won't do _blank _ for you.