Wenn die neuen Nachbarn kommen, kommen sie

What if I got that man at the front counter that looks like my gay uncle?

He'd give me that look that says, "Poor thing, you couldn't get laid if your life depended on it."

Or worse, if that manager bitch is working the register, I could just hear her.

And don't forget to scrub each tape and case thoroughly with bleach, ammonia, or some form of antibacterial,

if not all of the above, before returning this filthy, ungodly work of the devil to my store.