Found By Jesterball -------------Written By "Poochie"

So I walk in the place with the intent to rent 8 X-Box games for not* pirating reasons. The place is crowded as hell, so to make sure everything was A-OK with renting 8 games I went up and asked a guy at the counter, and he informs me everything thing is fine, no problems, people do it all the time. So I walk to the back of the 20 minute long line, and I wait, and wait... finally I get to the front I hand the kid my 8 games (FYI: True Crime, Vice City, GTA3, Gladius, TMNT, Simpsons Hit & Run, Aliens vs Predator, and Bloody Roar Extreme) and he then takes them, and dissapears for, literally, like 15 minutes. After thinking he went home and forgot about me, he pops up from under the counter and is like.. mmmk "do you have your card?" I pull out my card and hand it to him. The account is my dads, and normally they check my ID, see I'm not him, call him, and verify that its ok for me to rent shit. He doesn't check, but instead goes and gets some fatass manager with a really bad attitude about everything.
Mr Fatass informs me that I'm a little punkass kid out to destroy the world with my loud music and insubordination (or at least thats what I derived from his ranting). Anywho- He tells me that I have a late fee at another location (my dads account, I knew nothing of it), So I offered to pay it there- he says I have to pay it off at the other location. So he called up the other location, I dunno what they were talking about, but they came to the conclusion its ok for me to rent these games. I thought all was well, Mr Fatass left, and I was back with the original kid. I had my 50 bucks out to rent my games, but then Mr Fatass comes back. After more lecturing about how I'm bringing down society, and I was going to never give these games back, he says I can only have one, unless I have a major credit card. The manager then tells the kid to re-check my ID, so say, "Its not my account its my dads!" This must have struck a nerve with Mr Fatass, as now his head turns red and he starts lecturing the kid about how irresponsible he was for letting me have 300 dollars worth of his games. Continuting, he tells the kids how every teenager who comes to their store is involved in a big elaborate scheme with stealing peoples blockbuster cards, making fake drivers liscense + student IDs, hacking into phone lines, making fake bank accounts, etc etc.... In the midst of the lecturing I say, "Well can't you just call my dad and get his credit card number?" Mr Mc Fatty says "Well why didn't you just say so, of course we can!"
So we spend like 5 minutes calling his home number, work, cellphone, eventually we get a hold of him, and he gives Mr Faterson his credit card number... but then he realizes that its not my dad at all, just my escaped convict of a friend out to steal his games. He hangs up on my dad, and goes back to the lecturing of the kid, now something about how he'll never amount to anything because he's too stupid to know an obvious con-man. Again, in the midst of the yelling, I say "Well is there anyway I can rent these games?" Fatty replies, "If you make a new account with us!" I agree, I have everything they need, I'm over 18, I have 2 picture IDs, so the kid starts the process of making my own account. I thought we had everything settled when Fatass says "Pick out which game you want!" I say, "Well I want them all! You just said If I mak a new account I can rent them!" Again, he explodes, saying I'm a liar and he never said that. He refuses to let me "steal" all of his games. So I offered to leave 300 dollars cash, the amount he said the games are worth, with him, until I return the games. He claims a kid like me doesn't have that much money. I show him my 300 dollars (I just carry cash with me, thats why I don't have a "major credit card"). He then accuses me of stealing the money, and tells me to "Get the hell out of my store!" I just say, "Kid, your boss is a dickhead, I feel sorry for you." and I walk out, never to return...
Total time wasted: 1.5 hours
Blockbuster, I hate you with a passion.

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