Video store, I miss you.
I really, really miss you. Blockbuster. Movie Gallery. Hollywood Video, ye old titans of VHS rentals, I miss you all. I even miss the musty basements in grocery stores that used to double as video rental centers, even if they never got a current release and most of the customers were creepy renters of skin flicks and Freddy Krueger tapes.
I loved you all.
I miss the smell of video stores; that gym socks and popcorn smell. I miss the candy counter at the checkout line. I miss my rental card, which at 16 was as coveted as my learner’s permit.
I miss the physical act of walking through the heavy doors and wandering aimlessly in the comedy section for something starring Pauly Shore.
Pauly Shore, I do not miss you.