Monday Morning Fever

An older gentleman came up today and returned some movies. He said, "That Pulp Fiction is one goddamn vile show."

I say, "Mm."

But he had to go on.

"I only got halfway through it, but it was vile. If I ever meet John Travolta, I'll punch him in the face!"

As you know, my policy is not to engage with customers on their items, but this was too much.

I said, "Well, that was a role he was playing. He's not really..."

The guy interrupted, "Ah, that son-of-a-bitch! And to think I let my kids watch this show! I only let them watch it because of that Saturday Night Live movie."

I said, "Saturday Night Fever."

I think that might have pushed him over the edge because he stormed off. I wonder what would have happened if I had started reciting Ezekial 25:17.

Hmmm....

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Surprise! We're back and we have a guest poster today....


"I just had a classic dialogue with some querulous old bird at the desk.
She was at least eighty and she wanted her hold and she had extended it because of the [inclement weather] but it wasn't here.
She was very upset, practically shaking her fist at me.

I found out the title we had sent back was called...

wait for it...

"Overcoming Life's Disappointments."