Fernando sits at his
computer one dreary day and banters with a friend. It has been one of
those profoundly slow Wednesdays on which the weather is just bad
enough to encourage people to stay home but not quite bad enough to
goad them into renting movies. The chimes jingle and a man enters
the store. “Yeah, I'm here to pick up the movie you're holding for
me?”
“Er...which one was
this?” Fernando asks. He has one reservation in the pipes, but it
is for a different guy and he is waiting for said guy to arrive to
collect them. It is possible, however, that this other man is here to
pick up on the reservation in question.
“White House Down.”
Fernando blinks. “I'm
sorry, I don't have any copies of that on hold for anybody.”
“Hey, I called you
twenty minutes ago and you told me you would hold one.”
Fernando tilts his head.
“I have gotten no phone calls all day.”
“Listen, you told me
you would hold that movie for me.”
“I received no calls
from anybody asking that I hold that movie. There's good news,
though.”
“What's that?” he
asks, knitting his brows together.
“I have copies of it
in. Would you like to rent one of those?”
This is works for him.
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