Dear Blockbuster, I hate you
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate the way your movies cost $4.10, whether it's a new release or an old release for five nights.
I hate the way you gave me a scratched DVD last time I was at my parents' place and my dad and I decided to have some Bond-ing time, if you know what I mean.
I hate the way you gave me $1 credit when I explained to you how we could not watch the Bond DVD.
I hate the way you put the movie we returned to you right back on the shelf so you could shaft someone else.
I hate the way you carry over fines, so that my rental that was five minutes late cost me an additional $4.10.
I hate the way my $1 credit is only available in the store at which you shafted me, and not the one I usually go to, and yet the $4.10 debit has no trouble carrying over.
I hate your fascist, money-grubbing outlook on consumers.
Sincerely,
Me.
(Next: Dear Netflix, I sort of love you)

) and most of the movies are an "all day" pass, so you can watch it again if you missed bits. All digital all the time and most of them are in surround sound, too.