I walked into the local Blockbuster last Sunday, and the guy behind the counter mumbled a hello. When I asked him where I could find Metallica: Some Kind of Monster, though, he straightened up and really looked at me. He then energetically escorted me to the right aisle, telling me how he needed to watch it, that he’d heard it was great. He was all attentiveness. And was that a look of admiration in his eyes?
Lesson learned: one shouldn’t judge a middle-aged woman by her wire-rimmed glasses or her Tammy boots.
While standing in the checkout line, though, I scolded myself for spending the money. I cancelled our Netflix account to cut expenses. But, I’ve continued to rent one or two movies each weekend, which actually costs more. Maybe I should sign up again with Netflix, since it seems we can’t live without films. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. Feeding our imaginations with books, music, and movies nourishes our souls. I sound like a PBS fundraiser, I know, but it’s true.
So, I’ll think about it. Getting DVD’s again through the mail would be nice. There are no late fees and the selection is phenomenal. On the other hand, I might miss surprising Blockbuster employees with my unexpected coolness.
Middle-aged woman rating for Some Kind of Monster (out of five stars): ***1/2