Posted: 10/16/2010 1:10:35 PM EDT
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I went downtown to a record store this afternoon to pick up some albums for Subnet. Before I left, I wrote down a list of records to get and cross checked it against Subnet's LP list to make sure I wasn't getting any dupes. Once at the store, I pulled out my list and began going through boxes of old records. As I was shopping, I noticed another customer eyeballing the records that I had selected and set aside. He was clearly trying to see what I was buying, but turned and acted disinterested when I looked his way. He walked off to another part of the store, and I kept shopping. After a while my pile of records started to get heavy, so I set it down on a box at the end of the aisle, and started going through the newly arrived bin. About thirty minutes later, I notice that the customer who was watching me has returned, and is at the register checking out. As he is walking out the door, he looks my way, and for the briefest of seconds we lock eyes. That's when it hits me. This fucker bought my records. I look over and sure enough, they are gone. This guy must have thought I had a list of rare records I was trying to find cheap. The funny thing is, I don't know shit about record collecting. So Mr. Record Store Thief, wherever you are, I hope you enjoy your Muppet Movie Soundtrack LP. |
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Quoted: I went downtown to a record store this afternoon to pick up some albums for Subnet. Before I left, I wrote down a list of records to get and cross checked it against Subnet's LP list to make sure I wasn't getting any dupes. Once at the store, I pulled out my list and began going through boxes of old records. As I was shopping, I noticed another customer eyeballing the records that I had selected and set aside. He was clearly trying to see what I was buying, but turned and acted disinterested when I looked his way. He walked off to another part of the store, and I kept shopping. After a while my pile of records started to get heavy, so I set it down on a box at the end of the aisle, and started going through the newly arrived bin. About thirty minutes later, I notice that the customer who was watching me has returned, and is at the register checking out. As he is walking out the door, he looks my way, and for the briefest of seconds we lock eyes. That's when it hits me. This fucker bought my records. I look over and sure enough, they are gone. This guy must have thought I had a list of rare records I was trying to find cheap. The funny thing is, I don't know shit about record collecting. So Mr. Record Store Thief, wherever you are, I hope you enjoy your Muppet Movie Soundtrack LP. DId he have a John Deere hat? |