i'm finding myself in the same position as criswell these days. as i reach the age in which a young man is supposed to be forming his own opinions about video stores, i often find myself frozen in line as the other "members" in front of me engage in the video store equivalent of road rage. it's happened three times in the last month. what's interesting to me is that some of my most competent and talented friends have worked for video stores. times are changing though. and no one will be able to stop the destruction that will follow. last time i was in line at hollywood video and this guy with a black eye was in front of me. he had just come back from a carribean cruise with his wife and he was pissed. the lad at the counter was a british kid with blue stuff around his eyes. powdery blue stuff. black eyes and blue eyes. i just realized that! what is it with people at video stores and their discolorations? so Blacks Eye was fuming in line. he had a Playstation game and when he got to the desk, he started going off about how his kids were crying the whole time he was on his trip because the game was still locked. i guess Blue Eyes had forgotten to remove the plastic anti-theft strip for the game. so Blue Eyes scans the game or something and then hands it back to the guy, "there I gave you a free week." "oh, a free week is all?" says Black Eyes, winding his hand. i remember him winding his hand on his shorts, like winding up for a punch, instinctively. "what about two free weeks?" "well, no," says Blue Eyes, "it's actually just one free week you get, because that's what you paid for." "oh but it's your mistake," said Black Eyes, "see you should give the game for free for two weeks. it's your mistake." "but we've fixed the mistake," (Blue Eyes), "and given you the free week." "but it's too late for that now," and Black Eyes gets this big grin on his face like he's going insane. and i can see him by now because they started walking over by the doors. i guess the worker was trying to help move him out. "yeah, my kids already cried over that game. my trip's already over. the kids already cried." i was stuck there for fifteen minutes listening to this little debate. i mean they both had such good points and the children had cried all week. hard to say. i don't know who i would have voted for. (i mean if they had a phone number where i could call in and vote for Black or Blue.) they fought all the way out the door and into the street. i had to find a worker in back to check me out. agg. didn't mean to take up so much space. i know i shouldn't go on and on like this. it's a terrible habit. then again, perhaps i'll buzz back through it and post it up as a front page article.