Fuck blockbuster and fuck me.
So...
I just went to blockbuster not too long ago to rent the passion of the christ. I walk up to the counter and it goes something like this:
Me:"My membership expired so can I get another card?"
The guy: "yeah sure, I just need your license and a major credit card."
Me:"I don't have a credit card."
The guy: "Well do you have your car registration, voter registration, or and LG&E bill?"
Me:"hang on"
So then I run out to the car. Open the door (apparently subconsciously set the keys on the seat)and then begin to search for my car registration. I find it and then notice that it's in my dad's name so I'm ike 'Oh Fuck." So I grab it anyway, push the button to lock the door, and then I proceed to walk back into blockbuster where the guy says, "It won't work if it's not in your name." So I'm like "that's fine." and I walk back to my car and begin to search for my keys and then realize that I LOCKED MY GODDAMN KEYS IN THE CAR BECAUSE I'M A DUMBASS.
So I call my dad and he's like "Well I'm too busy to come and get you so you'll have to wait about an hour or more." LIKE HE CAN'T TAKE A FUCKING 15 MINUTE BREAK TO BRING ME A SPARE KEY! So I had to argue with him for like 10 minutes to get him to pick me up. And then it's too much trouble for him to drop me off at home so he just drops me off on Vaughn Mill and I walked the rest of the way.
This sucks. Why does God hate me?
I just went to blockbuster not too long ago to rent the passion of the christ. I walk up to the counter and it goes something like this:
Me:"My membership expired so can I get another card?"
The guy: "yeah sure, I just need your license and a major credit card."
Me:"I don't have a credit card."
The guy: "Well do you have your car registration, voter registration, or and LG&E bill?"
Me:"hang on"
So then I run out to the car. Open the door (apparently subconsciously set the keys on the seat)and then begin to search for my car registration. I find it and then notice that it's in my dad's name so I'm ike 'Oh Fuck." So I grab it anyway, push the button to lock the door, and then I proceed to walk back into blockbuster where the guy says, "It won't work if it's not in your name." So I'm like "that's fine." and I walk back to my car and begin to search for my keys and then realize that I LOCKED MY GODDAMN KEYS IN THE CAR BECAUSE I'M A DUMBASS.
So I call my dad and he's like "Well I'm too busy to come and get you so you'll have to wait about an hour or more." LIKE HE CAN'T TAKE A FUCKING 15 MINUTE BREAK TO BRING ME A SPARE KEY! So I had to argue with him for like 10 minutes to get him to pick me up. And then it's too much trouble for him to drop me off at home so he just drops me off on Vaughn Mill and I walked the rest of the way.
This sucks. Why does God hate me?