Blockbuster Night

I don't know about anyone else, but recently I have really started to miss Blockbuster Video. Yes, I have a Netflix account and access to more than one Redbox, but it is becoming clear to me that they are just not enough.

Case in point: Husband and I were just relaxing one night on the couch after bedtime and stumbled across a movie called "She's Out of My League". I had heard of it when it came out, but it was not one of those movies that I felt the need to rush out and see. i was surprised by how interested I was when I started watching, but my responsible, i.e. party-pooping, husband reminded me that I had work in the morning and several more things to do before bed and assured me that we could finish watching it another time.

LIES! He can't find it in Netflix' stripped down menu and it is too old to be in Redbox, but I am convinced that I know who would have had it- Blockbuster Video. I also miss the browsing and the way picking a movie became an event all unto itself. They also employed some of my most questionable friends during college (by far my friends most questionable time). They had just the right mix of old and new. It really worked at times like this when I saw something that sparked my interest. I am married with two kids, my list of movies I missed extends way past a Redbox shelf-life and my time window is too short to try to filter through all the filler that Netflix uses to distract me from the fact they don't have the movie I really want.

I hate our our neighborhood Blockbuster has become one of those beauty supply super stores that clutter black neighborhoods with more fake hair than any of us need to have and bad customer service. I really hate this particular store, which may be skewing my nostalgia just a bit. They would not give me a refund on something I bought, but to make it worse and more inconvenient they would not let me leave with any outstanding store credit. This means that although I did not need anything other than some conditioner, I had to walk around the store hoping something random might prove useful or lose my money. The owners of this same store would not refund or exchange some improperly labeled stockings that my mother purchased there because as they said, "It is not our fault. That is a manufacturer issue." Thankfully for them, I just happened to walk out of Publix as my mother paced and considered going back in to tell them how she really felt. I talked her off the ledge and we decided she, like me, should never go in there again. They may not have been perfect, but this kind of poor service never happened at Blockbuster.

Between the missing movie and the janky beauty supply, I am longing to make it a Blockbuster Night.