I haven’t been in the old porn store lately, so yesterday I stopped in for a visit. It still looks pretty much the same. Plethora of battery operated toys? Check. Lots of stripper wear? Check. Over-priced lingerie? Check. Porn movies for rent and sale? Check and check.
I pulled out my rental membership card, and noticed that it expired over a year ago. Well hell. The porn clerk was behind the counter, and I asked what I needed to renew a membership. She gave me the stink eye for a few minutes, and then something finally clicked in her head. She said, “Oh, a membership to rent movies?” I asked her if they had some other kind of membership now, but she said no.
I have no idea why it took her so long to figure out that when I said “membership”, I meant the only membership they have. Honestly, I think she was just practicing her apathetic porn clerk look. She doesn’t have it down quite yet, but I think I could give her lessons.
My favorite first line from any blog post ever. “Remember when we used to go down to the old porn store?” Awesome. “Roger Mulvaney joined the Marines back in ought-seven. That was back before they knocked down the old porn store.”
Left by Chris P. on May 24th, 2008