Checkout Lines: Still Pissing Off Parents After All These Years

Snapped this picture at a local Blockbuster. Yes, I sometimes still go to Blockbuster. Spare me the lecture Red Box and NetFlix yuppies. I like my movies the old fashioned way; usually out of stock and probably not functional when I take them home.

I’ve been preparing myself for the checkout line battles for a long time. “No. No. No candy! Fine, one thing. Just pick!” My main argument was “candy is bad” blah blah. This is a pickle. A pickle. In a movie store. In the checkout line. It’s essentially a vegetable. I’ve got no defense. I’m going to be hounding the kid about eating his vegetables every night at dinner, how the hell do I not buy him one when he asks? Screw you Blockbuster. I’m done. I’ll find another way to watch Smokey and the Bandit 2.

There was also a “portly spicy pickle.” Of course I giggled. Of course I asked my wife if she wanted the portly spicy pickle. Of course she punched me in the nuts cause she thought I was being a perv.