CUSTOMER: "Do you buy records?"
ME: "Sure, what kind do you have?"
CUSTOMER: "Vintage ones."
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2 comments:
You know it's only a matter of time til some dumb 15-year-old kid brings in a box of cassettes, thinking they're records...
Yeah!
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