Here's some fantastic news: The Sarah Silverman Programme is coming to Comedy Central! Hell's Bells yes!
Just got done listening to my first installment of "Sucidegirls Radio" on my trusty 'ol iPod. If you don't get this podcast, sign up. It's quite tasty. As is "The Ricky Gervais" show. And if you have a handy, dandy Video iPod, get "Starving with Louis." Good times all around...
STORY TIME....SETTLE IN...
So I'm in Tower Records, trying to return my copy of "The Complete Series of The Office." Not that I want to; it's brilliant. Possibly even funnier than "Star Trek." But mine skips. So I go in and ask if they have a new copy, cause I didn't see one on the shelf. "Where?!!" asks the lovely mental patient posing as an employee. "Right over there," and I point to the shelf. So she leads me to the shelf where she looks again. Ok, slightly annoying and a waste of time since I just said it wasn't there, but then she says, "It ain't here." Right. "Do you have any in the back?" "Back of where?" A slight breath in later, "The store...?" "Nah..." "Are you...?," I begin to ask, but she interrupts me. "Hang gone," and she goes to the cash register. I realize that "gone" isn't the right word for that last statement, but I don't believe she did. I stay a few feet back, fearing that I might catch a slight case of stupid when she looks up and yells, "Where he be?" to no one in general. So I try to walk to the counter and I can't get this customer to scoot over, so I step slightly between the line and the counter.
"YOU GOTTA BACK ON UP!!!" she exclaims. I throw my hands up, apologizing, and once again, trying not to catch any stupid. She asks the guy next to her, "What dat mean?" The actual employee tells her that means an American version and a British version. "Oh...Nah, we don't have it." "All right, but you looked at the british version, right?" I ask? "This is AMERICA," she snickers, as if that single sentence will send me flying out the front door in sheer stupidity horror. "That is true," I state, "however, the show I'm holding is the british version. From ENGLAND." "Ahhh..., nah, I doubt it." As I'm leaving, the next person in line asks her if they have "Hustle and Flow." "What dat?" Suddenly, I have an overwhelming urge to kick someone in the nuts. God love New York, and the dumbasses we cradle and give paychecks to. Hurrah to you, kind idiot. Hurrah...
Just got done listening to my first installment of "Sucidegirls Radio" on my trusty 'ol iPod. If you don't get this podcast, sign up. It's quite tasty. As is "The Ricky Gervais" show. And if you have a handy, dandy Video iPod, get "Starving with Louis." Good times all around...
STORY TIME....SETTLE IN...
So I'm in Tower Records, trying to return my copy of "The Complete Series of The Office." Not that I want to; it's brilliant. Possibly even funnier than "Star Trek." But mine skips. So I go in and ask if they have a new copy, cause I didn't see one on the shelf. "Where?!!" asks the lovely mental patient posing as an employee. "Right over there," and I point to the shelf. So she leads me to the shelf where she looks again. Ok, slightly annoying and a waste of time since I just said it wasn't there, but then she says, "It ain't here." Right. "Do you have any in the back?" "Back of where?" A slight breath in later, "The store...?" "Nah..." "Are you...?," I begin to ask, but she interrupts me. "Hang gone," and she goes to the cash register. I realize that "gone" isn't the right word for that last statement, but I don't believe she did. I stay a few feet back, fearing that I might catch a slight case of stupid when she looks up and yells, "Where he be?" to no one in general. So I try to walk to the counter and I can't get this customer to scoot over, so I step slightly between the line and the counter.
"YOU GOTTA BACK ON UP!!!" she exclaims. I throw my hands up, apologizing, and once again, trying not to catch any stupid. She asks the guy next to her, "What dat mean?" The actual employee tells her that means an American version and a British version. "Oh...Nah, we don't have it." "All right, but you looked at the british version, right?" I ask? "This is AMERICA," she snickers, as if that single sentence will send me flying out the front door in sheer stupidity horror. "That is true," I state, "however, the show I'm holding is the british version. From ENGLAND." "Ahhh..., nah, I doubt it." As I'm leaving, the next person in line asks her if they have "Hustle and Flow." "What dat?" Suddenly, I have an overwhelming urge to kick someone in the nuts. God love New York, and the dumbasses we cradle and give paychecks to. Hurrah to you, kind idiot. Hurrah...
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
linz:
sarah silverman is hot and hilarious. what a fantastic combo, right?
poetik:
But imagine how much more boring your trip would have been if she'd efficiently told you they didn't have it in stock as soon as you asked? 