Costco's policy is as good as it gets. It's set in stone until the writing changes. But that's not the problem. Here's what happened:
Big pompous asshole Daniel Casio strolls into a Costco with his perfectly good 360 under one arm looking to make a return. He knows there's nothing wrong with it, so he can't help but look smug as he approaches the customer service desk. He taps twice on the desk, as to alert the lady behind it to his presence. As soon as she looks up, he launches into his pre-emptive asshole strike, brandishing words like "unsatisfied", ready to resort to the phrase "it's in the warranty" if need be. As he continues with his discourse, his face can't help but contort several times knowing full and well what he was doing--abusing the system! But he doesn't care... because assholes aren't supposed to care. He is somewhat shocked when the lady refunds his money, as he did not expect to scheme to work so easily. Leaving the store, Daniel can't help but feel the lady behind the desk thought he was an absolute asshole, just another abuser of the system. He would wail on the Costco return policy when the opportunity presented itself, even though it was not the policy that had failed him, but the nature of the interaction between himself and customer service lady. Because even if store policy says you can return your shit whenever, that won't stop employees from thinking that you are a bitch. The End.