...reminds me that Jack Black played a most excellent abusive record 
store clerk in the movie High Fidelity. 

Marty


Holmes Online wrote:

> From: "Mike Nicholson" <mnick@nc.rr.com>
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>> This would be a great thread.
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> Presto ipso facto bingo! Now it is.
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>> I'll start it off by saying that I was the rudest record store clerk 
>> in the known universe between June 1980 and February 1983 at the 
>> Record Exchange in Greensboro, NC.
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> I think David Bash and Carl Cafarelli will back me up on this one: 
> Alan, the owner of Desert Shore Records in Syracuse. Sneering, 
> condescending, untrusting miscreant who would mock out his own 
> customers for their selections. And god forbid you tried to SELL him a 
> record - he's waft through the titles laughing out loud, bleating 
> "this SUCKS!" or "what a FAG!"...after a couple of minutes of abuse 
> he'd finally offer that person fifty cents for one record out of a 
> stack of twenty...if that dose of humiliation wasn't enough and the 
> customer would accept, he'd pay off in nickels and dimes and then 
> SMASH the album to smithereens on the counter right in front of the 
> customer.
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> Not a sweeping generalization in life (and Mike is an exception as I 
> have met him and he doesn't strike me as this type), but is there an 
> equation that says the ruder the asshole you are, the bigger the loser 
> you really are? I traveled the same paths as Alan and knew many people 
> in common, and I think his persona and rude glee came from the fact 
> that outside of that world he was incapable of human interaction. I 
> didn't know a soul (and I knew a LOT of people in town) who could be 
> considered a friend, and I never saw him anywhere else. I suspect he 
> was as lonely and bitter a person as he appeared...so maybe he gets 
> points for not being a phony. :)
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> I did spend some time behind the counter at Gerber's and Record 
> Theatre in Syracuse; the former employed some of the greatest people I 
> ever met (despite the fact that the owner was a complete asshole) and 
> the latter gave me the ability to broadcast whatever I was into to the 
> subjects of Syracuse University including the stoner denizens of the 
> "beach" on Marshall Street. Sweet life. Every payday I'd have to dip 
> into my pocket and pay THEM because of what I bought that week. 
> Wouldn't trade a moment of it.
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