The other night HH and I drag our beleaguered selves to blockbuster to rent what should be a mindless adventure in film. Instead, we find ourselves, despite a self imposed 10 minute limit, stuck in "the line from hell" with two of the oddest clerks ever. Now this is including the girl who informed me that I didn't want to rent Southland Tales because "it bashes republicans". Here is clerk #1; a soft, doughy man of about 40-55 with a shapeless haircut to match his body and face. He is painfully slow at every process a clerk must engage in. Here is clerk #2; a short, sturdy man of about 20-28, with long ratty hair in a pony, a hair clip attached to his ear and many a rainbow bracelet circling his meaty arms. He also has a heavy, if unidentifiable accent.
Now, HH lets out a loud and terribly rude giggle and the appearance of clerk #2 and then I am forced to pretend as tho i have said something very witty and act all casual and not as tho my companion is laughing in clerks face. While we are controlling ourselves, clerk #1 seems to be having difficulty finishing the transaction he started back in the bronze age.
Clerk #1: hmmmmmmmmm this isn't working.....
he pauses to check behind him and then makes a great and slow show of staring up into the completely blackened night sky
Clerk #1: weeeell, it isn't raining out....
more sky searching
Clerk #1: it's not snowing either.....
Mind you, its June. Nice deductive reasoning goober, now move it along!!
Either way, the end result was thanks to the weather/ lack of weather/lack of wits the system failed to allow me to rent anything so we went home and watched the strangely compelling dog groomer reality show hosted by Jai of the Fab five. What has happened to his career, btw?
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