One evening a...well...”gaggle” is an insufficient group classification. A friggin' legion of 12 high-school-age girls enter the Dominion all a-giggle. Not a one of them is familiar to Fernando. They gallivant about the store with their loud talking and bickering and eventually decide on The Drifter as their evening's entertainment and come back to the counter.
Fernando addresses the gathered masses, feeling very much like a professional orator. “Under whose name would this be?”
“Can I put it under my mom's?” asks their apparent leader.
“If she has an account here.”
“She should. Esmerelda T.”
Ah. The Shutter Island people. “Actually, I'm sorry. You guys have a number of outstanding late fees from about a year ago. Sixty-something bucks worth. I can't rent to you until it's taken care of.”
“Well...that's from a year ago.”
“This only further reinforces my point. If you would care to purchase the movie outright, however, perhaps we could do business.”
“I promise we'll bring it back.”
“Sorry, but no. I'll sell it to you for five bucks, else I can't help you.”
She accepts Fernando's proposal, and Fernando not only garnered income but also freed up inventory space.
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