"Oh, man," she sighed as she found the end of the line, a half-block down from the Gamestop. "I know he lives in Jersey City, and I know he wouldn't miss the Battletoads remake, but this just sucks." She pulled her moogle hat tighter down against the moist chill of the rain. "Stupid weather."
It wasn't long before the store opened up and all the neckbeards, weeaboos, douchebags in popped-collar polo shirts, and other sweaty examples of male blobs got up and started high-fiving, talking about the latest five-second preview that had aired only hours before. She even caught someone trying desperately to post to /v/ on their Iphone.
The line came to her and she shelled out the $64.19 for the new game, her 360 as yet still nonexistent. She clutched it to her chest and looked back up and down the line. The rain picked up and started to soak through the fabric neck of her windbreaker.
"I guess he goes to another Gamestop."
Her moogle hat was already soaked clean through, the lining barely containing the slow drip of water onto her tousled green hair. She took the hat off and squeezed it, wringing it out, the drips of water flowing over the sealed plastic wrap of Battletoads 360. The receipt was already in her pocket, dry.
"I guess I'll come back next week to return it."
The hood of her windbreaker at least kept her head less wet as she started back towards the PATH station, going back down the end of the line, under the red light of the DON'T WALK sign.