It really really sucks that so much gaming stuff gets up and walks out of stores like that.
But, y'know, I have to say, when I go to browse the RPG section at a B&N, very often, I'm confronted with Maladj Teens sitting in the aisles.
Back in high-school, I didn't game regularly because the hardcore gamers in the area were all the outcaste punk types who thought they were badasses because they smoked and "knew karate" and generally tried to raise hell because they thought they'd gotten a bad deal. I gamed with those types once, and when a book went missing out of my bag, I never did again. When my brother got to that age he became a Maladj Teen ... hung out with that crowd, which oddly enough, included alot of the same guys after they had dropped out of highschool.
He'd have them over to the house, things would go missing. Silverware, computer games, watches, CLEANING SUPPLIES ... whatever was handy. He wanted to deny it was his friends, but it was just stunningly obvious. A clock on a table sits there for five years, day after his gaming group meets in the next room, it's gone ... "I dunno where it is." So -I- banned them from the house. My folks just complained, I threatened to break heads because I was tired of my stuff going missing. Several gaming books, some games, my freakin' watch... He got into it too: One day in the garage we come upon a spill of blue powder. What's blue? Find a five gallon container of ancient lithograph toner off to the side by some other chemicals. Go to put our coats away, sitting in the coat closet are FIVE identical old army-issue longcoats ... and NONE OF THEM FIT ANYBODY. Him and his friends had broken into some army surplus store in the middle of the night, stolen anything light enough to carry ... WHY? Who the heck needs five gallons of toner for a 70s-era copy machine?! They'd also broken into a semi parked outside and stolen a handgun and some personal effects.
Apparently somebody got pinched trying to use the stolen credit cards, and with a gun stolen out of the semi they leaned on the guy pretty hard and he flipped on everybody. Brother got picked up not too long after that and the family basically said: "Have fun in jail." He was able to plead out to only 'accepting stolen goods' since they couldn't prove he was in the store, but the time the guy caught with the gun got scared him straight after that, even though he only got community service himself.
Seems to be a rural thing, to be honest. Like since RPGs get this whole "Devil's Game" rap in the bible-thumping regions the maladjusted losers of the area decide to play to further their "I'm BAAAAAAAAD" image.
--fje