...so this lady returns her movies tonight and she's got a late fee and of course, the dumb broad won't pay it, so I'm like...
Honey, we need to go grocery shopping in a lil while, it's getting late.
"You can't rent until the late fee is paid." So she just goes off, calling me every dirty name in the book...what the hell? It's not my fault you can't return your movies...
Hey, did you hear Def Leppard is coming here in concert? Tickets go on sale tomorrow morning.
10 minutes later...
QUEER AS FOLK MARATHON TONIGHT! LOOK, BRAD PITT IS NAKED ON TV RIGHT NOW! OH MY GOD, THE HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN!
...and she still wouldn't listen to me, she just kept rambling on and on about how our policy was horseshit, blah blah blah...oh, I'm sorry...did you say something dear?
