I saw that Kmart was having quite the deal on LA Noire. I wanted in, but after reading the comments, I took it upon myself to call ahead of time and ensure that the employees knew of the deal. The man I spoke with from the electronics department knew of the deal, but seemingly only because he had just bought the game himself and he pays attention to this site. So for safety sake, I printed off a copy of the deal web page and headed to the store.

It had been a while since I’ve been to the store (like 10 years) so after remembering where the electronics department was, I pillaged and plundered the lower priced games section. I grabbed a copy of Enslaved, well, I grabbed the copy that was priced at 19.99 rather than the one priced at 29.99, and asked the clerk for a copy of LA Noire. He must have been the same guy I spoke with earlier on the phone because he smelled of Old Spice.

I have an amazing phone.

He asked if I knew about the deal and I lifted the copy of Enslaved as my head slowly shook in such a way to give him a big, “Affirmative bro.”

He asked if I had any shopping left to do, and my need of Ziploc baggies (gallon) forced another, but reluctant head shake, followed by a fist bump. He did me a solid and took the games up to the service desk, leaving me to my shopping.

After the goodness of Ziploc was acquired, I moved on to the service desk. The only thing keeping me from my games at this point was the line of people returning soccer equipment and feminine hygiene products, so I thought I’d take the lesser of two evils and accept my fate at the empty line adjacent.

She was a nice old lady, for the most part, and after informing her that I had games waiting for me at the service counter she promptly set off to fetch my bounty. She returned, looking confused at how anyone could consider the content of these little boxes “games” but ready to serve. She scanned my newly acquired rewards membership card and then my items, totaling in nearly a hundred dollars.

I knew Ziploc bags were getting pricey….but this was ridiculous.

Then I noticed that the copy of Enslaved was still ringing up at twenty bucks. I informed her of the deal and she looked at me as if I had a ferret doing a jig on my head. She didn’t seem to believe that her fine establishment would just give things away all willy-nilly, so she asked the gentleman who was just wrapping up with refunds at the service counter.

Glad to be done handling the feminine products, he looked eager to answer any questions about something his peers would be involved with. She explained my attempt at an obvious ruse and he subsequently rejected her witch hunt with glee. He noticed the titles I had chosen and, while pointing to LA Noire, informed me that it was a great choice.

Then he laughed maniacally….for reasons unknown.

She shook her fist at me as if she was a villain from a Scooby-Doo cartoon and proceeded to ring me up.

I went in prepared, and I went home happy.