Game Store Employee or Mentally Challenged Fuck Tard

So as of recently I purchased an Atari 2600 with a bunch of sweet goodies to go along with it for the low low price of $15.00! However, that sweet deal apparently didn't include the power or video adapter. Suck. So I decided to head over to the local Game Exchange and see what they had in stock. I figured since I had been in there numerous times and they always had vintage consoles laying around for sale along with parts it should be pretty simple to get my hands on what i needed. First thing I noticed when i walked in is that they decided to remodel the joint. Ok, fine. But then I noticed there wasn't any more old consoles laying around. So I asked the zit-faced shit stack behind the counter what the deal was and where could I find some adapters. He replied, "Oh, no prob. We have some in the back." Cool. He brings me back my crap and all is well. Until I get home and realize the power adapter he had given me was the wrong one. Ok, still not a problem. I still had my receipt and it was a fact that I could take the adapter(s) back if they weren't compatible. Well, it was to late in the day to head back so i waited until this weekend to head back (one week from purchase). I walk into the Game Exchange and notice yet another set of pimple twins behind the counter and one of them is dead set on acting like a professional businessman. Ugh. Here's a quick clip of the conversation:

Fag: Can we help you today sir?

Me: Yeah, I picked up this power adapter for my Atari 2600 but, it's the wrong one. The kid in here last week said to just bring it back and swap it out if it was the wrong one."

Fag: Well, we don't carry Atari parts or games anymore. We never have.

Me: .....Is it "anymore" or "never have" because I've been in here since this place opened and YES YOU HAVE. And this was just last week.

Fag: Well it must have been some sort of last one in stock situation.

Me: No. If it was the last one in stock then what was I supposed to trade it out with? I don't think that was the "situation" at all.

Fag: Are you sure you purchased it here? And you said it was last week?

Me:.....No.....I lost track of time and it was six years ago. YES it was from here. Look at the receipt that is rubber-banded to the power adapter.

Fag: Oh, duh. Sorry. Well maybe we just had an extra one laying around in back or something type of situation.

Me: Really? didn't we already go through this?

Fag: excuse me sir?

Me: Tell you what Timmy, how about you go in the back and take a look. The kid that sold it to me said it was all in back.

Fag: *Puzzled look from my Timmy comment* Ok, but, I know we don't have any. *walks to back of store and back* Nope, sorry. What did the kid look like?

Me: Like a terrorist! I don't know. About "this" tall, white, 125lbs, dark hair, nervous twitch. Why? Do you have random people off the street working behind your counters?

Fag: Well no (confused), I'm just thinking it was probably the owner's son type of situation. Know what I mean?

Me: I don't get into those types of situations. So I guess I don't.

Fag: (confused)

Me: Nevermind. I'll just come back when the random employee seems to be working again and can find the magical box of Atari parts that you've never carried before and maybe he can find a way to trade me out for this one...type of situation.

Fag: Ooooookay sir. That sounds fine. *still confused* Have a nice day. Thanks for coming in.

Me: No, thank you Timmy.

Is it just me or is the youth of today getting increasingly dumber? How hard would it have been for him to go back and take a look? Or take my number and say "I'll get back to you on that once I speak to the owner." It's easy to see why so many businesses that employ younger people are failing. The lack of customer service and work ethic is really starting to take a toll and it's situtaitons like this that are a prime example. I know I was sarcastic and rude but, when approached with a certain "tone" from these types of people it tends to set off the LETS-PLAY-AROUND-WITH-THIS-SAD-MOFO automatic response. So now I'm stuck with either finding the adapter online or waiting for this mystery vagrant Game Exchange employee to show back up.