The guy behind the repair-shop counter would not accept
credit cards even though, a few days before, his boss said they
would. I argue, try to get him to understand that his boss said
different, JUST TWO DAYS AGO! Young and short of cash, a credit
card is all I have. Clearly, I am not getting my VCR back any time
soon. So, I get up in the guys face and let him have it. He quickly
backs down, says he will deliver it within the hour to my apartment
around the corner. I go home and wait, and wait some more. After a
while I figure the guy isnt coming so I storm back up Columbus
Avenue, slam the door open, and go inside. The guy stands behind
the counter with a certain look on his face.
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