Monday, August 07, 2006
Oh, shit.
For those of you who enjoy reading about how I make a fool out of myself in front of Video-Ezy (the person)*looks at Van*, today is your lucky day.
I made up some pathetic excuse to head down to Video-Ezy today. I wrote down the titles of two videos we watched in History class on a piece of scrappy paper. It was half an attempt to get to see Video-Ezy and half and attempt to pass my Revs SAC, which is tomorrow.
Anyway, I walk into Video-Ezy, but D---- (that's his real name) is busy serving another customer. After the customer's done (Customer: "Hey, do you have Planet of the Apes?") I say to him, "Erm, this is kind of a long shot, but do you have any of these titles?" He looks at the paper and starts typing stuff on the computer.
"We don't have the first one," he says, "but we have something called 'Heaven' in the weekly section under 'Drama'." (Of course, I find it completely adorable how someone could possibly mistake a Marcom Project documentary on China with a Hollywood flick starring Cate Blanchett.)
"I'll go have a look," I say. And I do go, and of course, lo and behold, it's not a documentary but the Cate Blanchett movie.
I go back to the counter, shaking my head.
He says apologetically, "I'm really sorry."
"Erm, do you know where I can get it?"
He tries really hard to come up with suggestions, including going to another rental store or buying it from a shop, but in the end he says sympathetically, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, thanks anyway," I say. Then I walk out, feeling disappointed. I'm about to cross Sturt Street to get back to Southbank Boulevard, then I turn and sprint back to Video-Ezy (slowing down, of course before I come into visible distance from the shop) and pop back in. He's not at the counter, he's arranging DVDs onto the shelves. I walk to the Arrested Development section, feeling foolish. He spots me and grins at me. I grin back stupidly. Finally I grab AD Season 1 Disc 3 and walk back to the counter. He follows shortly. Feeling embarassed and silly, I explain, "Might as well borrow something, since I'm here."
"Fair enough," he says.
He spots my EFTPOS card and immediately speaks up. "Just take note, there's a minimum of $9.95 to use EFTPOS. So you can get another DVD or..."
"I'll just withdraw cash," I say, triumphant, because it was my express intention to draw out the rental process, to you know, prolong my time with him. "Can you just hang on to that for me."
"Sure" he goes, and off I go to the nearby ATM at the adjacent IGA.
I walk back, he's not at the counter again, still arranging DVDs. He sees me, hurries back to the counter, does the scanning and security device removal, and hands me the DVDs, "Enjoy it." he smiles.
I feel bad all the way home. I just don't think he's into me. Then I realise halfway that I still have spaghetti bolognaise breath from dinner, and that's when I feel like shit.
I made up some pathetic excuse to head down to Video-Ezy today. I wrote down the titles of two videos we watched in History class on a piece of scrappy paper. It was half an attempt to get to see Video-Ezy and half and attempt to pass my Revs SAC, which is tomorrow.
Anyway, I walk into Video-Ezy, but D---- (that's his real name) is busy serving another customer. After the customer's done (Customer: "Hey, do you have Planet of the Apes?") I say to him, "Erm, this is kind of a long shot, but do you have any of these titles?" He looks at the paper and starts typing stuff on the computer.
"We don't have the first one," he says, "but we have something called 'Heaven' in the weekly section under 'Drama'." (Of course, I find it completely adorable how someone could possibly mistake a Marcom Project documentary on China with a Hollywood flick starring Cate Blanchett.)
"I'll go have a look," I say. And I do go, and of course, lo and behold, it's not a documentary but the Cate Blanchett movie.
I go back to the counter, shaking my head.
He says apologetically, "I'm really sorry."
"Erm, do you know where I can get it?"
He tries really hard to come up with suggestions, including going to another rental store or buying it from a shop, but in the end he says sympathetically, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, thanks anyway," I say. Then I walk out, feeling disappointed. I'm about to cross Sturt Street to get back to Southbank Boulevard, then I turn and sprint back to Video-Ezy (slowing down, of course before I come into visible distance from the shop) and pop back in. He's not at the counter, he's arranging DVDs onto the shelves. I walk to the Arrested Development section, feeling foolish. He spots me and grins at me. I grin back stupidly. Finally I grab AD Season 1 Disc 3 and walk back to the counter. He follows shortly. Feeling embarassed and silly, I explain, "Might as well borrow something, since I'm here."
"Fair enough," he says.
He spots my EFTPOS card and immediately speaks up. "Just take note, there's a minimum of $9.95 to use EFTPOS. So you can get another DVD or..."
"I'll just withdraw cash," I say, triumphant, because it was my express intention to draw out the rental process, to you know, prolong my time with him. "Can you just hang on to that for me."
"Sure" he goes, and off I go to the nearby ATM at the adjacent IGA.
I walk back, he's not at the counter again, still arranging DVDs. He sees me, hurries back to the counter, does the scanning and security device removal, and hands me the DVDs, "Enjoy it." he smiles.
I feel bad all the way home. I just don't think he's into me. Then I realise halfway that I still have spaghetti bolognaise breath from dinner, and that's when I feel like shit.
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