On Saturday I made my weekly pilgrimage to my local Blockbuster to pick up a previously non-viewed flick. However, to my dismay, I discovered that they will be closing at the end of February. Not only does the best employee Blockbuster has ever seen work at this particular location (more on that later), but it happens to be within a very convenient proximity to my house. Now, the next time I want to rent a movie, I am forced to drive nearly six miles, as opposed to the prior one and a half miles of their current location.
This closing is making me consider making the switch to Netflix, which is not only more convenient, but much cheaper, seeing as now Blockbuster thinks that a five-day rental is worth $4.99. The funny thing is, I shell out that $4.99 week after week. Why? Maybe because I like physically renting the movie as opposed to getting it sent to me via mail. Or maybe it’s the employees that keep my coming back, which brings me to my main point.
Paul, the best Blockbuster employee ever. Sure, his movie suggestions suck, and his breath smells, (I think it is worth noting that he is a 60-year-old man working part-time at Blockbuster) but he has never, ever, let me down. Every Saturday night, he’s there. If I ever need to know where I can find a copy of He’s just not that into you, Paul is my guy, and he never lets me out of the store without telling me how much money I could save by getting Blockbuster Total Access. Paul has been working at my neighborhood Blockbuster for as long as I can remember, and he has never failed to make me laugh with his gestures at the checkout counter. Whether its him shouting out quotes from the motion picture I am about to rent, or when he pretends to fumble the movie when handing it off to me. Paul, you will be missed. And to tell you the truth, you shouldn’t be renting movies, you should be writing them.
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