Wii Fat
Wii Fit comes with what is referred to as a Balance Board. One of its features is to weigh the player so they know if they're losing weight doing the in-game exercises. The board, like traditional scales, has a weight limit: about 150 kilograms, or 330 pounds.

A particularly unfriendly fellow, as repugnant as he was round - he was like a mouldy pumpkin - makes an expletive-laden entrance, silencing the store I work in.

Having a British accent in America makes me The Problem Resolver, and I am pushed in front of him. The customers in the store turn to listen, some more obviously than others.

I start with monosyllabic words, "What's wrong, and how can I help?"
"The fucking board won't pick up my weight! You sell crappy products! I want to know what you going to do for me so I can play this game!"
"Well, we could get you another balance board."

His swearing and unpleasant attitude has gotten him what he wants. He sneers at me, and replies, "That's a start - but I'm not leaving until you guarantee the second board will work."
"Oh, they both work fine. No, your problem is you're too fat for the game."

He is frozen rigid by this and the crowd stifles their collective laughter, some more obviously than others. I continue.

"But! You can buy a second board, put it next to the first, stand on both of them, and distribute your weight between them. Then you'll be able to play the game just fine!"

The laughter from the crowd helped usher him out.
(rzeki, Tue 29 Nov 2011, 6:49, 7 replies)

And then you woke up.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 29 Nov 2011, 8:41, closed)

If I were going to make up a story where I am temporarily funny and popular
I'd make up a better story than a scenario that meant the peak of my wit occurred in a minimum wage retail job a few years ago.

But I might include the fat man as my antagonist. He really was a shit.
(rzeki, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 10:15, closed)

This
didn't happen.
(username failed moderation, Tue 29 Nov 2011, 9:03, closed)

It did, but how can I prove it without further (boring) backstory?
I worked in an indie equivalent of a Blockbuster/Game hybrid. We collected stoner-stragglers that killed time in the store - they'd come in and buy popcorn and soda and would be allowed to sit in comfy chairs and watch the movies in-store on the big screens.

When arrogant customers walked in thinking they could get what they wanted by shouting, the mall-rats would see them coming and watch in amusement, and they'd definitely root for the "home team".

I watched them laugh a few people out of the store, especially the time the manager took a "customer" outside in a headlock for trying to steal from the store.
(rzeki, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 10:30, closed)

That
didn't happen either.
(username failed moderation, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 14:13, closed)

I was then called into the managers office and sacked.
I now spend my days eating cheetos and wanking myself stupid over my "victory".
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Tue 29 Nov 2011, 10:38, closed)

Cheetos? If I assimilate into the culture that far, kill me painfully
Cheetos = heretic Wotsits. Crunchy Cheetos = heretic Twiglets.

We had a sign that the owner put up that he would point to when dealing with annoying customers. It said, "Don't like us? Enjoy your twenty mile round trip to Blockbuster."

So his reaction to the story was laughter, especially after he recognised who I'd offended. He was the confrontational type; I assume he opened a store so he could actually have and win arguments with people that were not himself.
(rzeki, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 11:00, closed)