Okay, really, I understand that you're low-budget and cater to the financially lacking and/or irresponsible, but...how inconvenient can one automated rental service be?
The other day, Jelani and Chance and I decided to trip over to FatDonalds for some fast, deliciously unsatisfying and unhealthy food (which reminds me...I really, really need to start biking again before I turn into an obesity statistic). With a large drink, you receive a tab that gives you one redbox rental DVD free for one night. Well, I had nothing better to do that night, so I figured why not? I peeled the tab and, when we finished eating, jiggled our fat asses over to the big, unsightly machine. I typed in the promo code, picked out a movie ("What should I get?" "Haha, barney." "Fuck that dude, I'm serious." "So was I!" "Shut up...what should I get?" "Good Luck Chuck was funny. Try that." "Eh, what the hell, it's free. Sure."). Suddenly, though, I was prompted for my credit card number, my home address, and all kinds of other shit. That was unwelcome, but I still filled it out. I could walk back and give the DVD back whenever tommorrow.
So, I get home. I watch it. It's funny, vulgar, and not as amazing as some people had made it out to be. But it's a decent view for free.
Andrew (my older brother) and I head back towards the FatDonalds that I got to DVD from, park the Beast, get out walk in, and are met with - what are the chances - an OUT OF ORDER sign. So I can't return my fucking DVD. And, now that the redbox company has all my delightful information, should I not be able to return it, they can start charging me for every day I don't bring it back. Personally, I was not only unpleasently suprised, but offended. I asked the folks behind the counter about it, and they didn't have ANY idea what to do. After asking the manager about it, they proceeded to tell me that Redbox and McDonalds (oops, sorry, FatDonalds) have nothing to do with each other, so I can't give them the DVD. Instead, they recommend to try another location, and tell my brother and I to drive over to the one on Kingshighway about two or three miles away.
What the fuck.
Well, there's not really a whole lot else to do. We drive, in the Beast (which gets about 10 miles to the gallon, I might add...), to the next Fatdonalds location. Again, we park, we walk inside, and we look around.
Where...is the redbox machine...?
The idiot at the other McDonalds sent me to another one, except this one doesn't have a Redbox machine. At all.
FUCK.
The kind cashier at THIS location told me that they were sorry, that if we wanted we could file a complaint (sorry, lady, I'm too easy-going to take it THAT far), and that Shop 'n' Save also has a Redbox.
UGH.
Yeah, I guess we had no choice but to trek over to the gorcery and give that one a shot. It wouldn't have suprised me if the redbox there had...blown up or something, I dunno. Anyway, it wasn't. It wasn't perfect either, though: there were two people in line ahead of me, and they were the SLOWEST PEOPLE ALIVE. I honestly had to wait fifteen minutes before I could use the machine, and all that I had to do was slide a fucking DVD case into a slot. Ten seconds of work, tops.
Well, I did finally manage to return my DVD. And the fifteen minutes gave my older brother a chance to buy booze to his hearts content...friggin alcoholic. I doubt I'll ever rent from Redbox again. The rest of my day was fine, though.
Online Multiplayer Anecdote of the Day:In GTA IV, Graham [killograham] and I stole a helicopter, flew it to the top of the Empire State Building, and took turns skydiving to earth without parachutes. Awesome fails to describe that experience.