The video rental shop down the highway from us is closing down (a familiar sign of the times) and we stopped by, lured in by the bright yellow banners announcing “EVERYTHING MUST GO!” Sure enough, the entire stock of the store, including some of the shelving, was up for sale. At one point we were probably toting around twenty or twenty-five DVDs around the store with us, but restraint emerged. It was bolstered, no doubt, by the fact that I had earlier in the day pulled out our current collection from its hiding place and marveled at how many of our discs, while movies that are greatly admired in this household, have never seen the inside of a player. In the end, we left with only three additions to our array of films.

Perhaps most impressively, my partner in movie-viewing resisted deeply ingrained urges to stock up on horror movies. Of course, that may have been a different matter had there been a movie available with this nefarious villain picking off sinful, layabout teenagers.

Due credit: I found this elsewhere.

(Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”)