Super-fun Saturdays

Saturday is indeed a fine day to work at a used CD/DVD store. It is the day that people clean out their ex's media collection and bring it over to the used shop. It is the day that people wake up with their stolen goods from the previous night, so to bring them to a used goods store. It is the day that dysfunctional families head out for brunch, followed by some sweet discount shopping.
And what better place to purchase an album or a movie than a used retailer, as well as video games, to keep the kids (permission to use term "howler monkeys") occupied while the parents fight in the kitchen on a Saturday night.
Let's begin:

Last Saturday, Sell That/Buy This did not exist. It was by no means an exciting day as we're only leading up to the Christmas season and it's a tad slow right now, but the highlight certainly was (and considering my own crappy financial situation at the moment) a lovely lady coming in and donating a box of CDs to our store.
Yes, we accept donations, but rest assured that the staff will profit before the store does.
Let's just say that the staff, and especially myself did enjoy some wonderful cases of fine Canadian beer that night, not to mention some fine local establishments.

Moving on to today:
I often get a coffee on my way in in the mornings. I have literally no choice but to go to Tim Horton's, unless I wake up early enough to make my own coffee at home. (rarely on weekends)
Tim Horton sucks! The best description of their coffee came last year from an Australian man: "It tastes like soapy water". And coffee aside, all their food is very questionable, and yet people haven't begun to realize that Tim Horton's food is no better than that of any common fast food chain. Crap crap crap.

Moving on to our wonderful clientelle:
A large & moody old man walks in to the store with a dirty old bad of VHS tapes. He asks, "Do you buy VHS tapes?" And is promptly answered "No". (take it to Value Village please)
He seems perplexed by our inability to purchase these priceless antiques so that he might be able to retire first thing on Monday morning.
"Well, I have some CD's" he says, plopping them on the counter.
So, my coworker & I start sorting through about 10 CD's that look like they've been sitting in the back of a greasy restaurant kitchen for the past 10 years.
One CDR (I put it in the computer to find it's a Queen mix CD)
Boyz II Men in Whitney Houston case.
Wu Tang Clan... we can buy that for $1 cause it's in okay condition.
Michael Bolton... in Tragically Hip case.
Bush (x), we can buy that for $1 cause it's in okay condition but totally sucks and nobody will ever buy it again.
Let's not waste any more time on the rest of this landfill site. "We can offer you $2 cash for Wu Tang & Bush, and that's all we can do" (We would offer $4 store credit, but we don't want to look at you ever again)
As required by Ontario law, we are required to ask anyone & everyone who sells this stuff to us for Government issued photo ID. We ask, and man is suddenly infuriated and frustrated. "KEEP IT THEN!" he says as he storms out of the store, never to return, and of course he keeps the priceless antique VHS collection so he may be able to retire some day, hopefully Monday.

I must admit that it is terribly saddening to see people experience such misery over such unimportant things (all the freakin' time I might add), however, it makes my job all that much more interesting.
Love.