Also please contact me if any of you look like this.
I began to explain I mostly collect for Playstation and Sega consoles, as those were the systems I had the most interest in.
I don't remember the exact response, but the tone of his voice suggested he was unimpressed with my choice of the first two Ratchet & Clank games. "The real money was in Atlus games. Have you heard of Persona?" Despite answering "yes", he proceeded to give a surface level explanation of it to me as if I said nothing at all.
As the man continued to yap at me, my guard started to lower and the realization of what I was dealing with struck me to core. What stood before me was a Type of Guy(tm) that those of us who collect and play retro games have heard stories of but have never personally seen. Like a serial killer that was never caught and walks amoung us.
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When I see Nintendo Quest, I see that same Kind of Guy: the vapid collector with too much time and money on his hands, scooping up games not for play but to keep in their suburban dungeons for years until they're ripe enough again to resell. I see a bunch of nerds who want respect but deserve nothing but contempt.
My fucking putrid father said he was glad the new neighbors were "not from the city" when he only knew what they looked like (white). Dude, you're not fooling me, I know you're a fucking nazi dipshit. You're not hiding it here and you're not hiding it when you keep referring to animals that breed in the wild exclusively as "sl*ts". Also thinks it's normal to talk about asking ever delivery driver at work "where they're from." 
The Eva response is so good.