I went to return some movies at the video store today after school, and as I drew near to the store windows, I saw tons of signs:
Everything must go! Used movies $9.99 or less! Store closing!
So I walk in, drop my movies in the return slot, and approach the counter where my favorite semi-goth salesclerk is standing.
Me: So. . . you're closing?
Her: Yeah, January.
Me: But you're not still renting anything now?
Her: No. Actually, Sunday was our last rental day.
Me: Hmm. Nobody mentioned that last week when I was in. [That was last Tuesday.] Well, I'm sorry you're closing.
Her: Yeah, our store was too big.
Me: Are they relocating you to another store?
Her: Yes, but I don't know which one yet.
Me: Well, at least I work near [another location].
Her: They're closing that one, too. They're closing all the big ones.
Me: Man. . . I used to do leasing for that shopping center. [My old work is probably not happy--they lost a huge office supply store from the same shopping center last year, and to date I don't think they've leased it again.]
I wished her the best of luck--and I was glad it seemed she was keeping her job.
This is a bummer. The only locations "near" me remaining are one suburban store and two just over the Philly border. They're all about 15-20 minutes away. I'm not really interested in Netflix, my local library branch is closing for renovations at the end of November. . . Rats.