The phone rings ominously.
I answer slowly "Hell... ooo?"
A familiar voice comes across the line. "Yees, I am looking for a particular recording of the music of a program entitled" (increasingly evil now) "Brideshead Revisited".
I do my homework, it exists, but is only sought out by those whom which North Americans humorously refer to as "Pip".
It's not currently available, we, as a used store only, can not special-order it, and Dr. Evil's reaction to this is particularly evil:
"Welll... what good are you then?"
Ummm... I explain again, perhaps he can purchase this online, or go to a number of stores which in fact do special ordering.
Slightly less evil now, but ever-so-snooty:
"Buy online? I'm not stupid" Because Dr. Evil has no time for stupidity, but will clearly hand me his credit card which is then processed through the same internet of which Amazon uses, "Why can't you just order it?"
Of course the damn thing is out of print, I explain a third time. Back to full on evil again:
"Welll, I shall have to go and spread the wonderful news then, shouldn't I?"
I'm concerned that the world might blow up now if I don't give him 100 million dollars, but rather I explain that he'll have the same kind of luck trying to buy a Big Mac at an Arby's restaurant.
At this point he hangs up, but we all know that such evil knows no boundaries and will surely return. When? Where? We can never be fully prepared.
Godspeed, or something.
