“No, asshole. This ain’t Walmart. This is Home Damn Depot.”
So, how does one know when it’s time for therapy? Well, I think the conversation I had with Brett tonight was a good indicator…
Brett: “I was thinking about getting another job, myself. I thought about waiting tables, but I’d love to do something like work at Borders or Blockbuster. Something easy…”
Me: “Yeah..I thought of Blockbuster, but something about it…I don’t know, but I just have this feeling that I’d get killed there. I don’t know if it’s because of “Clerks” or just my fear of death, but I see myself getting shot in a Blockbuster. Maybe it was in another life, I don’t know. But what I DO know is that my life is worth a bit more than earning $7 to get my ass killed over a copy of “The Banger Sisters”. It just ain’t gonna happen!”
