How the Internets Saved My Life

Or, at least a few bucks.

The story: Back a few months ago, when my nephews were visiting, we paid a visit to Blockbuster to rent some movies. I rarely go to Blockbuster, as most of my movie rentals are through Zip.ca, but I needed some quick movie entertainment. The boys chose a few movies, one of which was The Phantom Menance. They watched it. I did not. Still haven't seen a single one of the prequels. So there. They returned to the Bay Area. I returned the movies.

A few weeks ago, I got a call from Blockbuster. The young manager on duty wanted to let me know that when I returned the rental way back in the last century, I only returned one of the discs. (Damn you, George Lucas, for insisting on two different versions of every movie you make!!) Well, okay. I asked him to hold, went down to the basement to have a look around, found nothing, came back and told him so. Neither one of us had any solutions, so I just said I would keep looking, he thanked me and I hung up. I figured the next time (in a year or so) I rented something at Blockbuster, we would work it out.

Tonight, I am reading my humungous blog list (which is one of my excuses for not blogging in so long. That, and Mafia Wars. Damn you, Mafia Wars!!) and I hit an entry that made me go hmmmmm. Here it is. Go read, I'll wait. You might want to bookmark it too, it never fails to entertain...

Back? Well, I imagine you can guess what I did next. Yes, you're right. The missing DVD was, in fact, in the DVD player.

Tomorrow, when I return the disc, I am going to recommend that Blockbuster management always make that suggestion to their clients.