it’s kind of a bad day.

the guy in line in front of me at the video store last night was renting the yards, a movie i’d heard of but never seen.  as i waited, clutching a hedwig and the angry inch dvd in my frozen fingers, i listened to the conversation he was having with the counterperson about his late fee.

“that’ll be $2.17, sir.”
“$2.17?  i thought this movie was just a dollar.”
“it is, but you have a late fee on [something, i forget the name of it].”
“but i returned that on time, with two other movies!”
“that’s odd.  it says here that there was only one late.”
“there shouldn’t be a late fee.  i turned it in with joe dirt and the dreamlife of angels!”

“joe dirt and the dreamlife of angels?” i said to the counterperson after the guy left.  “what kind of taste is that to have?”
“i know,” she said, checking my membership card.
“i mean, you gotta go either highbrow or lowbrow, not both at the same time.  wouldn’t you explode?”
“probably,” she said.  “it’s like renting run lola run and freddy got fingered.”

exactly.  also, hedwig is my new favorite movie.