Sometimes I will admit that I’m electronically challenged with all the new gadgets out there. My husband always says that women shouldn’t touch anything with buttons; in my case there is a lot of truth to that. I just get confused, what can I say. There are so many times that Dale will come home and I’ll say, “I don’t know what happened but the tv, phone, computer, anthing that plugs in just stopped working”. And his response always is, “what did you do”. “ I didn’t do anything”, I’ll say. But in truth I always do. I like to try to fix things but I don’t usually know what I’m doing. That’s one of my “cute qualities”, isn’t it? He doesn’t think so! Come on… its adorable.
Anyway, I rented my first movie from Redbox two days ago. I was a bit apprehensive as I looked at the screen but it was pretty easy. I choose my movie and proceeded to drive home. We rented Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey; don’t waste your time, “total snore fest”. I thought wow, this Redbox is pretty easy, only $1.00, what a deal.
It wasn’t until it was time to return the movie that I remembered why I hate renting movies. I can’t stand having to return them. Allright, so the best part of this story is coming up now.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to return the movie”, I say. So I drive down to Walgreens where I rented it. I’m feeling a bit aprehensive, again, because it is the first time I’ve returned a movie at Redbox and they have that touch screen where I’m going to have to answer all “those questions”. I’m thinking, “am I going to have to slide my card in again”, “how will they know its me returning the movie”. I take a deep breath as I look at the screen. Printed largely it says, “Return Movie”. That seems easy enough. I tap my finger there and a picture shows up of how to insert the DVD into the slot. There is an arrow showing which direction, that seems easy enough. I proceed to insert my DVD. I wait a minute and my movie pops back out, “what the hell”. I look at the screen; again I follow the instructions and out pops my movie, again! I do this like four times. Then I’m just standing there, thinking, shit, what do I do now. I hear Dale’s words in my ear, “women shouldn’t be allowed to touch anything with buttons”. Amen to that brother I think.
Then a car pulls up and a guy about my age gets out with a young son. They are heading towards the Redbox to get a movie. “Have you ever rented a movie here, it’s my first time”, I say. “For some reason it won’t let me return my movie”, I say. He reaches out his hand and takes my movie. He turns over the DVD and there is a huge arrow that instructs any “moron” that this is the direction of how the DVD is returned. He slides it in with a smug look on his face. I know what he was thinking, the same thought my husband has. Well I was so embarressed; I could feel the heat rising to my face. I looked at the ground and mumbled “thanks” and slinked away to my car. Why do I even leave the house, I thought.
Dale’s response when I got home was, “why didn’t you just look at the backside of the DVD”. I don’t know was all I could say, that would have been too easy. “I guess you better go turn your computer on, you’ve got a blog to write”, he says.
Have I always been such a ditzy blonde, its kind of cute, right?
Very Funny! Some things never change:)
Sandy, We enjoy your blog soooooo much! Please keep it up If you are looking for stories about your dad, Paul has some beauts. And I would have done the same thing only I Wouldn’t ever come come and tell tell Paul. (reguarding the red box) Aunt Bettie Lou