A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I lived with my husband in a beautiful land called "Childless." In Childless, adults have lots of spare time on their hands; the kind of time one uses to write hostile letters to evil corporations with vile practices who exploit people. The evil corporation about which I write was Blockbuster.
I rented 3 movies from Blockbuster. I returned those 3 movies to Blockbuster. I began getting letters from Blockbuster. These were not love letters, these were "give us back our videos" letters. I was indignant. I gave them back their videos. What were they talking about?
I walked into Blockbuster and ransacked shelves looking for the videos to prove I had returned them. One of them was on the shelf; vidication! I knew Blockbuster was evil! I told the teenager at the counter to stop sending me letters. The teenager at the counter did not stop the letters.
The next letter said that for the remaining two videos I owed the store $240; $100 for each video and $20 for late fees on each video. Don't they realize they can go to Costco and buy that video for $15? $100 for a stupid disc is exploitation. I was outraged! I decided to fight these letters with one of my own.
Weeks later an apology letter arrived in the mail from Blockbuster. My slate was clean, all late fees were expunged from my record, and my video rental priveldges were reinstated.
A couple weeks later I was cleaning out my car. While vacuuming I saw two boxes under the driver's seat. Yup, those would be the two videos I had fought so hard to clear my name over. Doh! Under cloak of darkness I dropped those two videos in the drop box to asuage my conscience. (No, I didn't pay the $40 in late fees. Even though they were right about me, I'm sure they were wrong about someone else. They are after all, evil.)
A month ago Dude borrowed a book from his elementary school library. Given our not stellar record of returning books to the library, I made sure that book was packed in his bag to be returned the very next day. Two weeks later a note came home from the school library telling me I was going to have to pay $40 for the book in question. I was outraged! (Do you see where this is going?) Ready to go into school this week to have a stern talk with the librarian the book was discovered, in Blondie's room, having been hidden by the Dude.
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