Saturday afternoon at work. Stocky mouth-breather in his thirties, modified dyed black pompadour and sideburns, long denim shorts and slightly too small skull and crossbones t-shirt. Looking through our used soundtrack LP section, where there’s maybe 150-200 albums.
Holding up a record with his back to everyone, loudly and to nobody in particular:
Where are the prices?
…on the back
now turning around
I don’t see it
I point out the large Jacks sticker with a price on it
Oh…it just looks like a sticker from your store.
yeah, with the price on it… the numbers tell you how much it costs.
yeah…yeah…are these even broken down into sections?
well yeah you’re in the soundtrack…
(interrupts) No No dude IN the sections are there SECTIONS ?
No man, there’s only one row of soundtracks, should take you about a minute to go through
(heavy sigh)…oooh man
Bought the Grease soundtrack.