The year is 2004. You're 13 years old and (finally) your parents are letting you have a big sleepover.
You and your friends have been talking about this night for weeks. Everything is taken care of — snacks, games, the works. You kids are about to ball the fuck out.
There's only one thing left to do: plan a movie marathon that you and your friends will remember for years to come.
So you tell dad you're ready to go to Blockbuster. As soon as he finishes his tea, he'll be ready to roll.
Dad drains his mug, washes his dish, uses the toilet, and FINALLY tells you he's ready. So you hop in the car, buckle up, and hit the road...
...and before you know it, you're parked outside Blockbuster. WOW! You even found a spot. As usual, Blockbuster is POPPIN'. "Damn," you think, "a store this successful is never going out of business."
Before you go in, dad hands you $20 and a piece of advice. He says, "This is all you're getting so don't just grab the first things you see. Pick carefully and don't be afraid to move on to the next section if there's nothing you like."
"Uhh whatever, Dad," you say. "I've friggin' been to Blockbuster before."
You get out, head for the entrance, and enter the promised land.
