I Hate Me, part 745,942
Early evening at work. An older guy who looked like he’s a close relative of later day Gary Busey was walking down the middle aisle. He was gesticulating like a mad preacher and asked everyone he passed, “Where’s the cassettes?!? WHERE’S THE CASSETTES!!?”
I pointed to the wall near the back counter where we have a few racks of used cassettes, about 100 or so.
That’s it? That’s it?!…thats all the cassettes you got?!
Yeah, that’s it. All used cassettes, all $1.99
USED!?? You mean you recorded over these tapes?!?
No…they’re used…like used cds and used records
Oh used…I thought you said you taped over them
No… I don’t know how you thought I said that but no they’re not taped over
Ok let’s see what you got
(He was looking at the cassettes and yelling band names at them, maybe if they heard their names they would leap off of the rack)
Eagles!…EAGLES!!….BEATLES!! Goddammit I can’t see anything
(Then he grabbed his phone and started yelling at it)
Flashlight!…(nothing)..FLASHLIGHT!!….GODDAMN FLASHLIGHT!!.(still nothing)…GODDAMN!
He walked back to the counter
I CAN’T SEE A GODDAMN THING……so, I hear downloading is killing you guys…the music…bye
And off he went
