Guy came into the store overjoyed to see my box of porn stashed in the corner.
“I haven’t seen this kind of stuff in twenty years!” he says wide-eyed and pawing through the Penthouse comics and old VHS tapes.
He starts setting a few movies aside, then he remembers: “Oh, you know….I don’t have a VCR anymore.”
I direct him to the locked cage of old electronics in the corner of the flea market. “Toward the back,” I tell him. “The entire back wall is stacked with old VCRs. Go the leasing office and tell them you want to buy one. They sell them for five bucks.”
Ten minutes later he returns with a VCR tucked under his arm. Back at the box of porn, he picks out a movie with a buxom blonde on the cover. “Oh, you know….I don’t think I have enough money. I spent everything on this VCR. Plus I bought too much alcohol.”
“What kinda alcohol did you buy?”
“Oh, you know….just alcohol.”
“Do you want to pay with debit or credit card? I have a gadget that lets me use my iPhone–”
“No, I don’t do that.” He pulls two crinkled dollar bills from his wallet and straigtens them on the counter. “I’ll have to come back when I have more money.”
“Okay,” I tell him. “I’ll hold that movie for you.”
“Okay, thanks.” He leaves my store, alone with his VCR.
Date night ruined.