"Hurry and Give Him Something So He'll Stop Crying!"

Really nice couple. The family who does meth together stays together, right? Let's call this couple the Kobie family. Last year they came into the store asking if we'd take their television for a loan; I told them as long as it was within four years old (or less) that we could take it. They left, went out to their truck, and I could see them messing with the television. Then they bring it in. The thing is OBVIOUSLY over ten years old (or more!). And...surprise....where there was once a sticker giving the manufacture date, there is now a perfectly clean little square of pristine black plastic. Nevermind that the rest of the television is coated in debris! They couldn't even bother to clean the rest of the t.v. up so the fact that they removed the sticker to attempt to LIE about its age wouldn't be revealed? Well no one said druggies were smart. When I declined the television, the wife asked why. I told her it was way too old. She had the brass to ask, "How can you tell?" Um, because I don't smoke meth? These nasty people actually believe people are as dumb as THEY are. I loathe dealing with the wife especially; cows chewing their cuds have more intelligence and understanding than this pus pocket on the behind of society.

This wonderful couple both sport matching drug-ravaged faces covered with sores. They have a little boy who is, well let's just say it: he's spoiled. He needs a firm hand...upon his backside! He throws tantrums every time he's in the store and his druggie parents buy him stuff just to shut him up. Today was the worst to date; his screams almost set off a migraine. This child has a certain high-pitched wail that feels like a DRILL going to work inside my eardrums.

I did the usual things that normally work; I said, "You are too cute to make that kind of noise" or "We don't allow tantrums/fits in here" things like that. His mom was getting very pissed off that I was saying these things to her SCREAMING monster. She said, "He's just tired, ok?" Um no he's not just tired, he has you trained! Several times I was trying to hear what she was saying to me about their loans and her purchase and simply couldn't hear her because of the sheer decibel level of her brat! I even asked her (trying to sound like I was joking) if she didn't want some duct tape? (She did not think it was funny, alas. I forgot that drugs often give one an organic personality disorder, and the sense of humor is often first to go!) At one point the dad said to mom, desperately, "Show him something, give him one of those movies you picked out so he'll stop!" They of course say this in front of the kid, giving him even MORE power and permission to throw a tantrum. I was trying to find the disks to put in the cases and the dad and mom were both saying, "Just give him the case so he'll stop!" Do you WANT these movies or do you want the empty cases, pipe-suckers? Little demon is wailing at full volume by now, stomping his feet, screaming, and I said, "I'm not going to sell any movies while you are acting like that." (My head was POUNDING, other customers were noticing) The mom got very snotty and said, "Oh yes you will!" Oh really? I pretended that I couldn't hear her over the screaming, set the movie cases down on top of the disk holders (back behind the counter) and walked over to get their loan tickets as if I hadn't heard her. She stood there with her sore-ridden and tooth-deficient mouth agape for awhile; I brought her tickets back and set them down on the counter between us and started processing her loan papers as if that was what our new business was. She asked, "Aren't you going to get my movies or what?" I said, "Oh I'm sorry, your son was screaming so loudly that I must have misheard you, I thought you said 'go get my tickets! I don't want the movies!', did you not say that?" She snapped her mouth shut in a tiny little line and said, "NO!" (HA!!!) I asked her, "Do you still want the movies then?" She looked like I'd just asked her if she wanted to win the Meth Lottery (DUH!!) and said, "YES!" (ha!) I said oh ok I'm sorry I just couldn't hear you through the noise, my mistake and I'm sorry. She had nothing to say with that.

Kobie Kouple give their screaming kid both movies....and as they are leaving (wifey with a huge stick up her butt) the kid throws the movies on the floor and starts to throw a fit over something ELSE he saw and wanted! I said very loudly, "I'm sure he's just tired, I'm sure all he needs is a NAP! Have a good afternoon!" They glared and finally cajoled their little assbite out of the store. I just cannot believe they have a child! Imagine how he's going to act when he's older! Maybe Santa needs to bring the little brat some soap on a rope!