The battle between me and Toys 'R Us continues. First of all, last week, they charged me fifty bucks for Spy Fiction, which retails for forty. Then, I came home and put a curse on Geoffrey and all his unholy offspring. Today, I went back, hoping to pick up ESPN NHL 2K5. They wanted thirty bucks for it.
So, Geoffrey, it is to be war between us then, is it?
First of all, I hate shopping at Toys 'R Us, or at least this particular Toys 'R Us. It's the same one my mom would bring me to when I was younger, and back then, I liked it. It was neat and tidy, and the wall of games was pristine. But man, has it gone downhill since then. The games section is just a disorganized mess, and many of the games they carry aren't out in the display area at all, but only in the case behind the employee station, which begs the question, "Why have a damn display area?!" The only reason I've been shopping there lately is because it's the only place to buy games that's within a reasonable walking distance of my place, I'm without a car right now, and public transportation in LA sucks.
As if to tease me, ESPN NFL 2K5, marked at the appropriate $19.99 price point, was sitting right next to NHL 2K5, for $29.99. But I don't want NFL 2K5. Football games just don't really do it for me. Too much downtime, too much picking of plays and all that. But I really got into hockey games in college when my friends and I would play four player EA NHL, and then I kinda got into the sport of hockey, too. I mean, I couldn't tell you anything about the line-up of the '57 Red Wings or anything, but I like the speed of the game, and I sure was crushed when the Ducks lost their shot at the Cup in game 7 of the Finals back in '03. Also, I want something I can play on Xbox Live, which I've made very little use of, and it would be nice to play something that I have no intention of reviewing for a change, too.
But it wasn't meant to be. Maybe Toys 'R Us figures that most people coming in won't know that Spy Fiction is actually supposed to be forty bucks, and NHL is supposed to be twenty, and if they think that, I'm sure they're right. But not me. I walked home empty-handed.
Well, Geoffrey, you may have gotten me to take a long walk in the blistering Southern California heat for no reason today, but it'll be a cold day in hell before you get an extra ten bucks from me! Again!