Hell is other people - Take it out back

 

Yesterday I was at the video store.   I only had five minutes to run in and choose something because my friend was in the car and she needed the bathroom.  These are the realities of life, and I sympathized with her.

So it's Two For One night - a free old movie if you get a new one.  So I am hunting in the Drama aisle for Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence and I hear a commotion up front.

At first I think it is whatever movie they have playing on the TV perched precariously above the door, but then I see that it's two sales people behind the counter, arguing.

I know the woman - I've seen her there many times - but the guy seems new.

They are bickering like two kids in the back of the car on a long road trip, where neither of them wants to let the other one have the last word.

I didn't hear all of it, but here's what I did catch:

Woman:  "...tired, OK?  If you had a baby, even as a man, you'd be fucking tired."

Man [in a high voice]:  "Oh little Miss know everything.  She knows everything about every movie!"

Man turns to poor customer who has been waiting at the counter while all this has been going on...

Man: "What is your account number?"

Customer:  "Uh... uh... I can't remember."

And who can blame him?  I would've forgotten my name in that situation, it was so fucking awkward.

So it comes to my turn and I ask where I can find Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence because I looked in the Drama section and it wasn't there.

So the Woman looks it up on the computer and goes:

"Oh, it's under Japan."

and she takes me over to the right section.

"Oh," she says.  "We only have it on video.  Do you still have a VHS?"

"Uh... NO."

Wow, what year is this?  Her turn to feel awkward, I guess.

Still, I feel sorry for her because, even though I don't like rugrats and never plan to have one, if she really has just had a baby then it makes sense that she'd be tired.  Or maybe they were talking about a character in a movie.  But then she'd be right, the character would be tired.  So, based on the small part of the argument that I heard, I decide that she is the victim here, and I decide to lighten things up for her.

So we go back to the counter and she rings up the DVDs I've chosen.

"We still owe you Crank 2," I tell her.  "We'll bring it back tomorrow.  By the way, that movie is a massive, smelly, steaming pile of shit, and you shouldn't lend it out to anyone else... ever!"

 At least I made her laugh.

Still, even though I felt for her, they shouldn't have made a scene like that in the store.

Not exactly what you'd call customer service.

Hell is other people.