I was at the library, pretending like I was going to check out a non-comic book, when I heard a lady talking to a truck rental place on the phone. After all, why not carry out a phone conversation at the library? “I am trying to get a validation code for a discount.” Pause. “OK, thanks!” Five seconds passed, then she called again. Same conversation to a word. This happened four consecutive times. I could tell she was very dumb, because she kept calling and asking the same question, getting the same answer, then calling right back. It was like watching a three year old jam a square block into a round peg for ten minutes.
I remembered then when I worked at such a facility and the clientele that drove me to drink. One genius came in after I handed him the keys, red faced pissed. “This box truck doesn’t have a rear view mirror!” Yes, they’re on the sides. “No! I mean in the middle!” Hmmm. Sir, you realize that if it did, the boxes and such would cover up that hole anyways. “Um, I was planning on making a sight tunnel! Hello! I want my money back!” You know what, you’re right. Please don’t rent this box truck, you’ll just kill someone driving it around. May I suggest taking the damage waiver when you realize no such magic vehicle exists?