Vintage Stock — Local services in Broken Arrow

5/5 – Would wait out the assbutt, cock-juggling thundercunts again. I write this review from my point of review only in anticipation of kooks on the other side of this ordeal writing their own false review of the events that transpired So I walked in at the last moment the store was closing to browse and ending up making some purchases, we ended up finally getting finished at about 7:01PM (On a Sunday, the store's hours are posted as them closing AT 7:00PM). When I had gathered my purchase in bags and getting ready to walk out the door, I noticed a small group of… people (from here on out, I will only refer to these “people” in derogatory terms) had gathered around with a giant box full of, what I assumed to be, merchandise to sell. When the employees declined to let them in because they were now going through their closing procedures the brainless oafs got very agitated and began banging on the door, walking up and down the front length of the store and knocking on the glass rather violently and also calling the front desk by phone and they had more or less camped out directly in front of the glass front door. This put me in an odd predicament- on one hand, it was time for me leave, I had done my due diligence and properly researched the store's hours before I arrived and made my purchases before they closed , thereby sparing the employees from having to work longer they are supposed to. Anything that happened after that should have been someone else’s problem and none of my business. On the other hand- These were idiot butt monkeys at the door who obviously thought the world revolved around them. The kind of people who probably walk up to a McDonalds cash register and verbally abuse and/or put down the tired over worked lady at the other end simply because someone may or may not have gotten their order wrong. They don’t see employees as people or human beings they see them as “customer service” and treat them like dogs. When I see events like this happen, it makes my blood boil and I WILL step in as a third party regardless of the consequences.

So I told the closing personnel, who had called the manager over and were preparing to open the door to let me out and thereby confront the assclowns, that I was ok staying until the loudmouthed fruitcakes left of their own accord. The manager told me it wasn’t necessary but I insisted that I was happy to do so as long as it caused no issues for them, I would simply stand at the front of the store and leave when the opportunity presented itself so as not to give the gits any quarter to get in the store behind me (the only alternative exit was a fire exit only that caused issues if opened after 7PM) The employees took it upon themselves to verbally entertain me and spent a lot of the time asking about my interests while they closed down the store. The manager had even offered to pay, with his own money, a wallet I had been eye-balling earlier which I politely declined. It just goes to show, when you treat people like people, and take time to appreciate things from THEIR point of view they tend to try and go out of their way to help you more. I don’t know if the ass-jockeys needed emergency drug money for their stupid dvds or what, but I admit their behavior when viewed behind a glass wall was quite comical and is the purest personification of what “murica” is. It took damn near 20 minutes for those foaming at the mouth, abusive butt monkeys to finally leave (and by leave I mean move away from the front door to sit in their car). As I walked out from the front of the store to my vehicle, the captain skinny dick of the bunch gave me a dirty look, but no...

I went and dropped off a huge number of movies and filled out a form so they could call me when they were done. 20 minutes later they called me to pick up my movies because they were not acceptable. Their policy is if they go through 3 movies and if they are not acceptable then they determine not of them are acceptable . According to them some of my movies had bugs and other critters in them.

So I went back and they didn’t even refer to me by name. Instead the called me the Jesus guy and one of the other employees referred to to me as the guy with the dirty movies . So I had the manager help me carry out the movies and I inspected a good number of them in front of them . No bugs and no other dirt. So I asked him where the dirty ones. He replied that the employee put them at the bottom. So how was going to know if they were truly dirty or not or howI was supposed to clean them to their standards.

They expected me to take all of them back home and inspect all of them because they supposedly found three movies that were dirty and bug filled. Yet they put those at the bottom. Here is my problem with their supposed Rubik or standards.

By rejecting all of the movies based on three bad ones you are presuming that your customers are generally filthy dirty people.

Referring to me by anything other than my name which you knew when I filled out a form with all my information on it is a deep insult to someone who has done business with vintage stock for years.

Putting the so called unacceptable merchandise at the bottom of the tub full of other movies is lazy especially if you expect me to go back through them to clean them.

You are vintage stick and it has always been laughable to me that you all think you have high standards when you are over priced, bad customer service, and lack of professionalism.

I am very ocd about the condition of my movies and know for a fact that if there were some unacceptable fine. But there is now way anyone could assume that all my movies were dirty or unacceptable.

You also have a habit of not giving whole lot of worth to the things that people want to sell to you for cash because you also assume that some merchandise is stolen. You use this standard for all your customers. I know this for a fact because one time I sold some brand new unopened movies to you and didn’t get my full money back because the employee told me how do I know you didn’t steal it.

So you have lost a customer and I will not recommend this store or any other vintage stock ever again.

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Will have to take one disc back, doesn't work. (See comment) ---I took the movie Death Sentence with Kevin Bacon back today, one week later in the exact same sack that it was handed to me in. Turns out the receipt was not the right one. It had 4 items listed on it which I certainly did not and would never purchase. Bulk Back Issue Comic $2.99, four of them $11.96. Lego Star Wars lll, Clone Wars 7.99, Lego Star Wars, Complete Saga 7.99, and a box of Skittles $1.49. The manager, if that is what one would title this person who was wearing blue bunny ears and who's listed on the receipt as CING, proceeded to tell me he sold it and he "NEVER makes mistakes", insinuating I was trying to pull a fast one. I said he must have made a mistake because I wouldn't buy these items. He grabbed the disc from the clerk and quickly smacked it down on the table along with the sack and incorrect receipt HE gave me, as if we were done. Oh...we're done alright, I will never set foot in that store again. This "manager" was very rude, does not respect the customer, and thinks he is perfect and makes no mistakes. He certainly made a big one today! ---I stopped by this place again the other day, first time since Cing insinuated I was a liar. Didn't see the blue bunny eared idiot this time. I did purchase a movie which I had no problem with. I will say this, that place is a pit! Floors had trash, bits of crud all over. Looks like it hasn't been cleaned in six months if not longer. Just like that...