Dear Blockbuster video franchise,
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate the way your movies cost $4.10, whether it's a new release or an old release for five nights.
I hate the way you gave me a scratched DVD last time I was at my parents' place and my dad and I decided to have some Bond-ing time, if you know what I mean.
I hate the way you gave me $1 credit when I explained to you how we could not watch the Bond DVD.
I hate the way you put the movie we returned to you right back on the shelf so you could shaft someone else.
I hate the way you carry over fines, so that my rental that was five minutes late cost me an additional $4.10.
I hate the way my $1 credit is only available in the store at which you shafted me, and not the one I usually go to, and yet the $4.10 debit has no trouble carrying over.
I hate your fascist, money-grubbing outlook on consumers.
Sincerely,
Me.
(Next: Dear Netflix, I sort of love you)