Blackjack Gabbiani (blackjackrocket) wrote in metaquotes,
Blackjack Gabbiani

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evilwildlex posted this here.

Dealt with a pair of morons today at Blockbuster.

Now, I was expecting them to be somewhat moronic right as soon as one of them shouted in our nice and peaceful store "IT'S SO -QUIET- IN HERE!!!" My AM, Branko, makes a little face out of their sight, and our shift leader, Alex, mumbles "Not anymore" before deciding to retaliate by utterly cranking the volume on all the tvs for a few seconds, until she realized that was exactly what the idjits WANTED, and put it back to a normal level.

The two women processed oxygen into carbon dioxide elsewhere in the store until they came up to the front with What a Girl Wants and a chick flick whose name I forgot. They could not decide between the two, and wanted my opinion. Apparently, being female automatically makes me a conoisseur of chick flicks. I had not seen either movie, so they declared that I sucked, and asked Alex's opinion. SHE hadn't seen them either, and so they asked Branko, who also hadn't seen them.

They turned back to me, and asked what I had to reccomend. I listed off some of the movies I thought could fall under the category of "chick flick" but I had actually enjoyed: Miss Congeniality, How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days, and Two Weeks Notice. They'd seen them all and enjoyed them, but then acted annoyed with me for suggesting movies other than the two they had in hand.

"The issue at hand is these movies! What is your opinion?" As I pondered what it was about -haven't seen them before- that they didn't understand, Branko reccomended the one whose name I can't remember, as they were obviously not teen girls (I think teen girls would have been more mature).

Throughout the conversation, they made a big loud deal over the fact that they were having a girls' night. Okay, it was fine the first time they mentioned it, they wanted to have a good chick flick for their girls' night in. But they kept repeating it ad nauseum, and acting as though the movie was exceptionally important. They'd frequently throw in comments like "HELLO! GIRLS' NIGHT! Look at us! We're dressed down and everything! We need a good movie and we need an opinion!"

Then when the louder of the pair was paying for the movie, she passed her debit card over the sensormatic thing as she was handing it to me, then proceeded to go into a bitch fit over that.

"Did you de-activate my debit card?! You'd better not have! I'll be really mad if you did! If you broke it, you owe me a free movie!" Luckily, the 'crisis' was averted by the card working just fine, and we sent them on their merry vacous way.

Having worked in a video store, I feel her pain.

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