A second tv/vcr/cable. Any combination of these, I assumed your dad owned NASA or something. It was always awkward the first time I was over at a friend’s house and he’d say “let’s go watch tv in my room” and I’d instinctively go to the one in the living room, pick it up and start carrying it to his room. Sweet, awkward youth. And a vcr, forget it. Every other kid I knew had a vcr and cable and his parents had the inevitable stash of porn under their bed. My parents had time for each other and the inevitable sense of right and wrong, love and family. Obviously I’m still pissed at their choices.So say goodbye to Blockbuster, everybody.
Was there anything more thrilling in high school than getting sent home on account of snow, then "accidentally getting stranded" at your friend's house, then going to the video store to pick out, gasp, any fucking movie you wanted?!?!?!?!
That's right - we couldn't drive through the snow to home or school, but we could make it to the video store.
I have no idea what the store in Tappahannock was even called. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a blockbuster, or a big chain. We just called it "the video store."
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