| old bitch at wal-mart rags about shitty selection i'll occasionally buy music for nostaligic purposes, but store credit cards are my only option.
so i was in wal-mart looking for something halfway decent.
this fiftyish nag is down the aisle, frantically flipping through shit and mumbling to herself.
the clerk comes buy and she gets vocal about the lack of stuff worth buying. he agrees & says "i don't think there's anything here i'd buy".
these are my kind of people, and i'm hoping to get in on this, but of course i have three cd's in my hand at the time.
and i thought this must be how it feels to settle for less than satisfaction. which made me think of all the people in this forum.
the clerk suggested this ranting meat pit try hmv in the mall. she goes: "but it's so much cheaper here."
fucking ungrateful cow. hmv has nothing i want to buy either, but if they did, price sure as fuck wouldn't be an issue.
anyway, how did buying cd's turn into such a masochistic experience. i almost always leave empty-handed and wanting to kill myself.
any store really. wal-mart, virgin, indie stores....i think i've ascended. |