Sell That/Buy This

Ernest Goes Skateboarding

2012-05-10T22:42:00.000-04:00

Old Man: "I'm looking for that Ernest movie... mmm... Ernest..."

Me: "Goes to Camp? In The Army? Scared Stupud?"

Old Man: "No, what was it? ...OH! Ernest Goes Skateboarding! Do you have Ernest Goes Skateboarding?"

Me: "Well, we have the previously mentioned Ernest movies, a handful of Mountain Dew commercials from the 80's (because of YouTube), but Goes Skateboarding? No... that doesn't exis... okay you know what? Blockbuster Video will most certainly have Ernest Goes Skateboarding! Yeah, go there"

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Sorry for the looooong delay... things got monotonous.
More to come.

I will sue you for this MJ CD

2010-12-12T19:20:00.000-05:00

This is just a quick thing that I HAD to post.

A mentally challenged man purchased a $7 Michael Jackson CD the other day. It skipped a bit; it happens. It's defective. But we have a no refund policy, and I offered to exchange it. Cool.

He would not hear it, and gave me three options:
1. "Give me my money back"
He's pretty rude right off the bat, so I refuse.
2. "I never come here again"
Totally cool, I like that option. Please don't return.
3. "I sue"
... (I snicker) How will you be going about that? I'm sure every lawyer will take that case regarding a $7 Michael Jackson CD.

He then proceeded to creep out a 10 year old boy by commenting on how polite he was, then patting him on the back. I apologized to the kid, who then acknowledged my apology because he was obviously a smart kid.

Up until this point, my day was going pretty well.

The only way this can get worse is if the kid's parents stop by tomorrow.
I'll hope for the best.

12 step program

2010-08-06T13:30:00.002-04:00

1. Announce your presence.

2. Apologize for announcing your presence.

3. Admit you're an alcoholic.

4. Announce that your girlfriend is pissed off at you.

5. Pick up random country music CD.

6. Announce that everyone here is your friend.

7. Repeat #2

8. Repeat #3

9. Purchase said country music CD.

10. Repeat #4

11. Pull up pants.

12. Leave.

If this sounds like you, please go to your local liquor store as soon as possible for immediate help.

A phone call from Dr. Evil

2010-08-01T14:07:00.000-04:00

The phone rings ominously.

I answer slowly "Hell... ooo?"

A familiar voice comes across the line. "Yees, I am looking for a particular recording of the music of a program entitled" (increasingly evil now) "Brideshead Revisited".

I do my homework, it exists, but is only sought out by those whom which North Americans humorously refer to as "Pip".

It's not currently available, we, as a used store only, can not special-order it, and Dr. Evil's reaction to this is particularly evil:

"Welll... what good are you then?"

Ummm... I explain again, perhaps he can purchase this online, or go to a number of stores which in fact do special ordering.

Slightly less evil now, but ever-so-snooty:

"Buy online? I'm not stupid" Because Dr. Evil has no time for stupidity, but will clearly hand me his credit card which is then processed through the same internet of which Amazon uses, "Why can't you just order it?"

Of course the damn thing is out of print, I explain a third time. Back to full on evil again:

"Welll, I shall have to go and spread the wonderful news then, shouldn't I?"

I'm concerned that the world might blow up now if I don't give him 100 million dollars, but rather I explain that he'll have the same kind of luck trying to buy a Big Mac at an Arby's restaurant.

At this point he hangs up, but we all know that such evil knows no boundaries and will surely return. When? Where? We can never be fully prepared.
Godspeed, or something.

Racism: it's about the pride?

2010-07-22T08:30:00.001-04:00

It's really hot outside, the a/c is blasting, but I turn it down a tad so that maybe the ladies can check out my Old Spice deodorant a bit more. I'm on a horse.

Once I get off my horse, a man walks up. He's very friendly, has some tattoos like everyone else, and we exchange pleasantries, like in Victorian times. Although lame, I quickly realize that maybe I'm suffering from heat-stroke and quickly turn the a/c back up and drink some water.

Still somewhat dehydrated, I find myself deep in the South of the United States. It's scary, and the man offers to sell me his slave. Also, he asks if we have any music by bands such as Berserker, Patriotic Front, or White American Youth, while a truck with a huge lighted cross on the front zooms by.

The Klan. I'm starting to notice KKK people wandering around. They're eying my horse with slack-jawed grins beneath their hoods.

I decline the slave offer, but humor him to confirm that we don't have those bands, ever.

"Well" he attempts to assure me that all is fine & normal "Those bands aren't about the hate, really." I'm glad to hear that, and he continues "They're really just about the pride, and they really rock!".

Increasingly surrounded by the KKK yet undeterred, I try to get a closer look at his tattoos, but to no avail. They look like faded prison tattoos, so I can only assume they're just as racist as this guy is trying not to seem.

Things are getting pretty tense now; I had no time to take a shower this morning, and I'm wondering if they're beginning to notice the scent of my liberalism beneath the Old Spice.

Everyone knows that the KKK rapes & eats horses three times per day, which is exactly what they just did to my horse. I need a plan, quick, and wonder if perhaps now's the time to hitch a ride on a northbound Jesus truck.

Baltimore. I need to get to Baltimore asap. I'll be safer there, and my friends can find me on Google Street View.

This truck doesn't have a big cross on the front, so it's the first one I flag down. There's a man driving, along with him is his son.

"Daddy" the son asks while drinking a large can of Red Bull "who's that war hero? ...you know..." and before the father can get half way through "Patton", the son cuts in suddenly "Hitler, I knew it was Hitler" There's a pause.

My horror movie-like concern is escalating just as I notice the customs slip in the console. It's for fresh produce. This is a good sign.

"No son, it was General Patton" the father speaks up. I'm relieved, and only more so when I realize this truck is hauling lemons & oranges up to the vast barstools of Canada.

Now, most certainly in safe territory, I spot a dumpster, then a junk filled shopping cart, a corpse, I'm in Baltimore.

I'm safe with Bubs once again, listening to Eminem.

Sir

2010-05-15T19:11:00.003-04:00

Hello children, you have to be 18 years of age to sell stuff here. Oh it's your father.

You, sir, require proper photo ID to sell stuff here on behalf of your daughters... sir.

You, Sir, Can not have your daughters sign for you, you see, sir, it's just not in the best interest of the municipal government, sir. You are pure evil for trying that cock-shit on my honky ass.

Yes, you & your daughters are very well behaved. Oh and sir, I'd almost think they where brought up in some kind of a Christian home, sir, however when you weren't looking I showed them some Slayer albums. It was pretty sweet, sir; their eyes lit up like Satan's eyes.

Ok goodbye sir, and we'll see you on the National Day Of Slayer, June 6. Bring your daughters.

Lame-ass movies

2010-04-16T12:34:00.003-04:00

Dear Clients,

I have a problem with your taste in movies; they're all very lame. All you seem to buy & sell is Twilight, Ninja Assasin, Epic Movie, & Wrestlemaniac.

While there is nothing technically wrong with this, and you're entitled to your freedom of choice, it's still completely lame. For the same price of any DVD, you can see A Serious Man, Zombieland, Men Who Stare At Goats, or Hurt Locker.

I know were are only weeks away from being flooded with Avatar, and while it's a very entertaining movie, it's also a James Cameron movie. This means it's totally fucking lame, with excellent visual effects, minus a naked Kate Winslet.

What you need to do is ignore the movies that the TV tells you to see. Instead, read in to it a bit, think for yourself. Oh, so you have kids? Maybe No Country For Old Men ain't for the early Friday evening so much, sure, so maybe try Wall-E. It's surprisingly good, and when your puke-factories go to bed, you can watch some serious quality art.

Children of the world, vazzup?

2010-02-06T18:20:00.005-05:00

Children of the world, as always, I encourage you to watch the Bruno movie, explore your sexuality, especially if you're Austrian, and use the word "retard" as often as possible.

Not to mention inappropriate touching and masturbation.

Porn though? Don't bother, that shit died with VHS.

That aside, a mother of two allows her 8 & 10 year old children to pick a movie for the evening. The children pick Bruno, which I immediately rave about due to its total awesomeness. However, my ability to see the future is kicking in; there is an angry phone call coming from an angry parent, tomorrow, first thing. (blah blah my kids know about anal sex now and we haven't had "the talk" yet blah blah grade 4)

Like time travelling and killing Hitler before WWII, I have to stop, look at the mother who just handed her kid a twenty dollar bill and say "Hey, you haven't see this, have you" and naturally "no" she hasn't. And then she gets it.

"Kid... young child" (me seeming wise, like Yoda or Kyle from South Park) "if you turn 18 and graduate high school, life gets soo much better, trust me, it's worth the wait".

This is what makes my job so... job-like.

(smiley face here)

You are all on (unspecified) drugs

2009-12-20T16:04:00.003-05:00

If you've ever been to a used CD store, you know that the discs are kept behind the counter, usually with the aid of an inventory system of some kind, usually computers. The CD case is filled at the point of sale. Simple.

Once in a blue moon we miss a disc, get sidetracked, you know, brain farts, whatever. Even McDonald's gives you a raping in the form of unwanted onions sometimes. (I like onions (not McDonald's))

It happens, but this time the staff was accused or being on drugs, clearly on drugs, because we forgot a disc. Followed by a backward wave, we hope you don't come back, smart lady, until you tweak your medications a bit at least.

Snocky: With Apologies From Chris Carter

2009-11-20T21:51:00.003-05:00

Snocky: "Ahem, (snort), I would like to return this 9th season of the X-Files".

This is the same regular as the previous post.

As said regular does regularly, he goes on rather incoherently about whatever his regular problem is. In this case he's left hanging by the the end of the 9th season of the X-Files and wants the 10th.

There is no 10th! Only two crappy movies, both of which he's seen and rightfully hates. I explain this to him, followed by me pronouncing the suspiciously familiar "You know we don't actually produce these films & TV shows, right?" (See Kevin Smith, possibly Clerks?)

Perplexed, he eventually concedes and agrees that maybe they really did stop making X-Files after season 9. (I double-checked Wikipedia) Thus he wants to buy some Rolling Stones CDs, but, his daughter has his credit card. Can't be good, and neither can his daughter based upon these genes.

He has cash! All is well, but only well enough to buy one CD... Black & Blue by Rolling Stones. Done.

This will not be the end... see you tomorrow, Snocky.

(more to come)

Quote of the week

2009-11-07T02:33:00.002-05:00

Hello and sorry the the infrequent updates. The holiday season is fast approaching, which usually makes for some of the finest behavior one can expect from an "adult".

Moving on.
This week a fairly regular customer, while exchanging some crappy DVDs decided he would seem wise, or even educated if he said to me "Well, you shouldn't look a gift horse in the anus".

...not only awkward, but lip-biting too.

Another porn incident

2009-10-18T09:11:00.003-04:00

Do you buy DVDs?

Yes.

Do you buy porn?

No.

I have lots of porn.

We don't buy porn.

Do you want to look at it?

No.

Fine.

(man bikes away with bike trailer + two boxes of porn (40 year old virgin style))

Nice.

On the (inevitable) subject of Michael Jackson

2009-07-07T13:27:00.004-04:00

This is a record store. This means we often sell Michael Jackson music, such as we did in a record breaking way in the hours following MJ's death.
So, to those that were not MJ fans ten minutes before his death, I must say:

"No, we've been sold out of MJ for a week now... no, we don't have Bad... no we're sold out... no, we don't have Thriller... no, Thriller is not worth one thousand dollars unless maybe it's an original vinyl pressing signed by MJ himself... yes, Thriller was scary when I was 8 years old in 1984... no, we're still sold out"

Can somebody get me a coffee?

Apornologies

2009-06-13T18:53:00.003-04:00

I would like to formally apologize to the customer who looked at the dvd cover with the large penis pointing at a clearly photoshopped anus. There were surely some female breasts in there too, which I am aware likely offends your jesus.
Also, if you had flipped over the dvd, you would have noticed several penises for breakfast, WITH desert.
Sometimes people try to sell porn. Next time I promise to make sure these are more out of the view of the especially curious, but not necessarily everyone.
x

Cigarette?

2009-06-07T17:58:00.003-04:00

It should be common knowledge, and one should assume the following:
One who is homeless, penniless, nicotine addicted, and insane, should not walk in to a place of business requesting a cigarette. We will not be nice to anybody under such circumstances.
Also, if we did give said subject a cigarette, it would only encourage future visits which we are trying to discourage by being somewhat rude.
The same basic rules apply to changing large amounts of loose change into bills, using the phone, bathroom, CD burner, and kleenex.
(the beer store may sell nicotine gum, and beer)
Thank you for your cooperation.
the man

Gay romance funtime-day

2009-04-23T13:22:00.005-04:00

Here I am, stocking a pile of romance dvd's. Not long ago when I purchased it from some random stranger, there was some real gay romance that I just could not buy.
To quote Seinfeld, "not that there's anything wrong with that", it's just not something that we get in often enough to even bother trying to sell.
More than anything, I thought it was interesting, you see, most people only think of porn, and not two men against all odds, minus an academy award.

7/11 attacks

2009-03-24T16:57:00.005-04:00

A guy walked in today and asked if we had that movie about the 7/11 attacks.

Well, I've heard of the 9/11 attacks, Madrid, 7/7, Mumbai and others, but who would want to attack the local 7/11? It would just be extra messy for everybody, what with all that Slurpee syrup.
Just imagine the horror of stale Doritos flying at you near the speed of sound, and then getting sandwich mayonnaise in your hair, OR on an open wound caused by the Doritos?
Regaining consciousness with the cashier on top of you? Probable death right there.

...Oh here's what he was looking for, and it hasn't even been released on DVD yet! Free on YouTube:

Apparently this type of thing has actually happened many times, not only at 7/11, but also the competitors of 7/11! Unbelievable. The customer is occasionally right.

People raising children on video games

2009-02-06T23:34:00.004-05:00

So you noticed how frequently I mention video games in this blog? I can't help it for the sake of the business that I work for.
I was 5 years old one christmas morning when a miracle happened; Santa gave my brother & I an Atari 2600! It was amazing, and the first video game I ever played was Pac Man (circa 1980), followed by Kaboom (play it here) and Pole Position. My brother & I had epic Combats, my father loved Kaboom, and my mother loved Tennis, which we spent 50 bucks on a year later.
How my parents ever afforded this at the time is still beyond me, but hey, if I could afford a PS3, Wii or 360 for my kids, I'd probably splurge if they weren't totally demonic & gross.
Thankfully I don't have any kids, so it's just me & this lovely Linux computer, plus a couple of lovely cats.
None of the above is relevant to the below.
One of the less intelligent teenage mothers that I've recently met walked in with a fairly new Dance Dance Revolution game for 360 (the newest one) including the dance-pad & such.
She didn't really want to get rid of it, but as she explained, her neighbours complained about all the dancing, maybe the revolution, and possibly the baby crying about all the neglect.
I said "I can give you $25 for it... or $33 store credit" (that's 30% more and not a bad deal)
She said "ok"
I said "cash or credit?"
She said "(shoulder shrug)"
I guessed "(cash)"
I gave her $25.
She neglected the baby and started looking at video games for a while, picked one, and re-approached me.
The the game was &29.99 + tax, and this is where I had to explain that you don't get cash + credit, no, you get one OR the other.
She grabbed the baby cart, swore a lot, and stormed out.
It was confirmed the following Monday, when she phoned to inquire about this, that she in fact thought that I was giving her $25 cash PLUS 33 store credit for her stupid Dance Dance game.
It was then that I offered to give her the game back providing she return the $25, but it never happened. Instead... get this, she decided to apply for a job!
She was not hired.

*update* - She never did pick it up! Also, nobody wants to buy a stupid Dance Dance Revolution video game! It's just sitting here, gathering dust.

(currently playing: Kaboom! On the internet... fuck yeah!)

Things break & you know at least one computer geek

2009-01-20T22:01:00.003-05:00

Attn. Customers:
Occasionally, just like your car, things break and the service(s) that depend upon that broken thing cease to serve, though usually temporarily.
In the case of a used record store, this especially means that I can NOT tell you the track listing of an, or ANY, album off the top of my head. Secondly, even if the computers were not broken, I would still NOT be able tell you the track listing of an, or ANY, album off the top of my head.
You see, we have yet to find a way for autistic people to function efficiently among the clientèle without them being our awkward slaves. Not to mention some sort of legal/moral bullshit tied in there.
Finally, (shhh) we don't really make much of any effort to find a track listing for any album that we don't have in stock because, hey, that's the way it is. However YOU, yes YOU, have the power of the internet at your fingertips, or your 10 year old nephews fingertips, or wherever, maybe the library.

Don't fret, we still love you to visit our store, we just don't want to, you know, "know you".
:)

Your cheap uncle has not evolved for the better

2009-01-08T11:38:00.004-05:00

It's that time of year again where we ask your cheap uncle, "does the grocery store let you keep and re-use a coupon again and again after the first use until it expires?"
We knowingly expect the grocery store to say no, and so do we, like them, keep the coupon for our accounting records.

This brings me back to example #1 in 3 examples of human dysfunction from about one year ago.
Fun times I tell you.

Arts & crafts

2008-11-28T20:47:00.002-05:00

Tonight, my co-worker tried to make an airplane out of styrofoam!

Two words: EPIC FAIL

Update:
It looked like a duck with it's head on backwards.

Nashville Lady & The best drunken Newfie of 2008

2008-11-01T00:28:00.007-04:00

I'm sorry I haven't laid on a good dysfunctional persons story since last May. Many exciting things have happened, and you will hear about them soon, even now.
Because of all of your love, I've decided to include an extra "pre-The best drunken Newfie of 2008" post here & now!
AND very soon I'll be posting the "Angry homeless black man who wanted to kick my ass in to next week cause I wouldn't turn his nickels, pennies, & dimes in to a $10 bill" story! It's a sure classic.

Halloween 2008 - We have a new staff member working this evening; we'll call him Rizzo.
A fairly regular lady enters the store with her half-way-house boyfriend. The lady is, quite clearly in one glance, a heavy duty country music fan. She's wearing the full Nashville garb, including hat & boots, and has the distinct smell of urine, almost visible it's so bad.
Rizzo seems amused by her Halloween outfit, unsurprising since there have been a few costumes in the store in the past couple of hours.
I didn't immediately notice the lady as I was too busy watching a drunken Newfie passing out outside, but once the smell of urine hit me I knew it was time to inform Rizzo of this country music abomination.
"Rizzo, I have something to tell you about that Nashville cowgirl costume" and Rizzo replies "lay it on me bro".
"That is not a costume" and in disbelief Rizzo says "you're full of shit" and I say "no, smell that? Yeah mofo, that's the smell of cowgirl piss... the real deal... just like in the U.S. of A... real piss!"
And the lady approaches the counter to purchase some bargain bin Reba McEntyre and Clay Walker CD's.
The reality of this hits Rizzo like a bag of frozen Garth Brooks shit, but he handled it like a true professional.
Rizzo gets a raise.

So you're probably wondering about the drunken Newfie.
So here it is. There was about 15 normal customers in the store, and I was talking to one when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a person entering the store with great difficulty.
He managed to get inside, but immediately leaned against the door frame, blocking all from entering or exiting the store. A total fire hazard.
I excused myself from my customer, who quickly acknowledged, and I approached the man leaning on the door.
"Caaan... I help you?" I asked, probably with a notable expression on my face. Then the smell of, perhaps schnapps, hit me... very strong too.
Imagine the horror of the smell of schnapps + cowgirl piss... you couldn't pay me enough.
"IIIII...mmm leeikkkin faar shhum moshhac" he yelled at me.
"I can't understand a word you're saying"
"Jeerst cis Ive gat E fukin noofyy... fuck you" WOW! And he continued "yeeeuo wan biddnisshh"
"Well, maybe you should leave now" I suggested, and all the customers looked amused.
"IIIII...mmm leeikkkin faar shhum moshhac" he yelled again.
Then a girl exited the store surprisingly successfully, slipping behind the drunk Newfie without him even noticing.
"Yeah, you should probably go back to Newfoundland now, sir"
"gaarb... fuckiiiinnnn guuuyyy... fuck you!"
And then he stumbled back outside, about 6 feet to a garbage out front the mobile phone store, and passed out for about a half hour.
A while later I decided to check on him.
Gone?
So I walked down the way a bit... to the dollar store, and there he was, talking to the dollar store manager... lots of yelling going on, so I watched for a minute until he finally came stumbling out, gripping the wall to stay standing.
I figured the police would come by at any moment, but not so much. He entered the very next door he could find... the pizza shop. Well. maybe they could sober him up with some water and a slice of pizza. Or, maybe he got thrown in the drunk tank. I'll never know.
Thanks Newfoundland... your drunks are the bestest!

Introducing The Crack-Sisters!

2008-05-23T22:06:00.005-04:00

You'll surely love this one.
A pair of thirty-something female retards enter the store. Possibly crackheads, maybe prostitutes, who knows, who cares.
One is extremely pregnant, mentioning to her (evidently) sister how she may need to go the the hospital soon. Meanwhile I hope & hope that her water don't break all over the store, causing people to slip & fall on her birthing juice, thus suing me out of a job.
They have a cab waiting outside, and are depending on me for money outright. So they plop a small pile of DVDs on the counter and ask me for immediate money for the cab.
"NO" I say.
And they proceed to grumble at my lack of care for there stupid situation while I resist suggesting birth control.
After a good lookthrough, I tell them I can give them $17 for the DVDs. They're cool with it, but I then ask them for the legally required photo I.D. It's a no go!
There is a shy young lady nearby, who it turns out was extremely and equally nice & naive. They ask her if she can sign for the DVDs, but I cut it and say "NO".
The quiet girl, barely audibly, says "But if you need some money... then..." but was cut off because the sisters we're too frustrated by my assholism and their talking much too loudly.
So they grumble some more about this travesty brought on by me!
The non-pregnant sister had left and returned at this point saying the the cab driver is a very impatient asshole.
The preganant sister now leaves for a moment and returns with the owner of a next door beauty salon.
"She'll sign for it" while the owner looks at me perplexed.
"What am I signing for?" she asks while holding her driver's licence.
"Basically, if these are stolen and the cops come knocking on your door, then it's on your ass, not theirs."
"Oh" she says, as the pregnant one promptly tells her that she had broken up with her boyfriend (the father) just this morning, and they're certainly not stolen. (depending on how you look at the situation I guess)
It's also at this point that it becomes apparent that the manager had actually paid the cab driver!
She hands over the I.D. and I start entering it on the computer when the non-pregnant one starts piling at least 70 more DVDs (from a baby stroller minus one baby!) on to the counter.
Okay...
"So you want me to do all thses on top of the small pile?"
"Yes"
(fuck) "Okay"
But the salon manager is busy and has to leave, so, doing the neighbourly business a slight favour, I take her info and let her leave.
Suddenly, "can I use your phone?"
"NO"
"Please"
"NO, there's a payphone over by that grocery store"
"fine" (more grumbling)
After about a half hour I finish going through the damn DVDs and conclude that I can give them about $170 cash.
"Okay great, but first can I use the phone?"
"Still NO"
"Okay just the cash then"
I finalize the tranaction, count out the cash, and hand it to her. Done & done. They have NO idea just how nice I actually was to them, given the circumstances (apart from low-balling them on the DVD costs though). Baby jesus would be all thumbs up I swear, even if this lady's baby won't be able to eat heinz food bacause of my actual stiffing her.
But the pregnant one had to top it off with not only bitter chocolate, but stale caramel too.
"Can I use the phone?"
"NO"
"Okay, but can you give me a $20 for this?" (pause)
What she pulled out of her pocket now is absolutely a new one for me, at least since 1989.
She pulled out a stack of at least 20 ONE DOLLAR BILLS (Canadian... which went out in the late 80's)
"NO" I say "That's not currency... maybe the bank can change it, but don't keep your hopes up... goodbye" and she said not another word.
I promptly went outside for a cigarette, as this was a surprisingly stressful hour of my life (I do hope that that bit came across in this blog, but likely not).

The moral of the story is this:

I am not here to randomly hand out cash.
I am not your welfare office.
I do not trust you or anyone who comes in here.
It is not guaranteed that I can pay you for your CDs or DVDs.
It is not guaranteed that my till has enough cash to pay for you CDs or DVDs.
I don't actually like you.
I don't give a shit if you're pregnant... that's YOUR problem.
The best idea would be for you to give your baby up for adoption, that way it may have a chance at not being like you.
You're lucky I even considered buying your crappy DVDs.
Don't come back, especially if you have a baby.

end

Let's drop dad at the bus station

2008-04-17T11:23:00.003-04:00

Chunky kid walks in to store.
Looks at some video games, gets excited, goes over to restaurant for breakfast.
Chunky kids comes back a half hour later, a bit chunkier, with mother.
After a few minutes, mother says "Let's go, we can come back when we don't have your dad with us."
Kid replies "ohh, can't we just drop dad off at the bus station!"

end transmission

These are the moments that make this job worth while :)

Silly humans

2008-03-20T13:48:00.003-04:00

I'm currently being inundated with stupids. These are people who dropped out of high school four years before they started high school.
A bus pass does not count as "Government issued photo identification".
"Black Cobra" the movie, is altogether completely different than Stallone's "Cobra".
arghh