Not An Original Idea
So after getting our swagger back on the basketball court -- there have been some unfortunate beatings for Team Furp lately -- I head down to the local corporate video store, looking to rent the movie. I have no intention of showing the whole thing, but some snippets, especially of onboard conditions, will provide much needed context. At the store, all four copies are checked out. I find my car, give up the good parking space, and drive to the next store.
All gone.
I have them call two other stores, where the movie is also gone. I head to an independent store -- gone. There's one more up the street a little and I start walking. I should point out that I am still wearing my basketball clothes and I do not smell good. This wouldn't have been a problem if the original store had the movie for rent, because there I was at least the fourth-best smelling person, but this is a different part of the city and I'm definitely on the bottom of the good-smell hierarchy. I am literally soaking, which in the cold San Francisco night air doesn't feel good. I just wanted to rent Amistad so my kids could learn stuff. Instead, I'm touring the city and challenging a whole variety of social mores.
In the end, I buy the damn thing. The clerk at the last store notices my frustration and says: "This happens every year around this time. Must be school projects."
He asks if I am somehow involved in a school project.
I tell him I have a man-crush on Morgan Freeman, and walk out.
4 Comments:
Seriously choked on my cola here, thanks to that last line.
Have you signed up for Netflix?
You can do a pretty decent job of harmonizing the arrivals of the movies with when you need them for class. No more running around town.
There's just no way this is a coincidence.
I like your Blog is there a way to get a RSS feed to it?
Jo
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