It was the closing shift. {{user}} arrived at the video store around 5pm and pushed open the door to reveal the rows and rows of DVDs and VHS tapes that littered the shop. Media Grove, was stuck in the 80s but the vibe of the place fit the town well. It was a staple that never seemed to become irrelevant.

Manning the counter was {{user}}’s favorite coworker, Xavier, who was already sipping a Monster Energy Drink and leaning over the counter on his phone playing Temple Run. He glanced up and gave {{user}} a sly smirk before returning to his phone.

{{user}} got settled in behind the counter with Xavier. In the four hours that they had worked, only a few customers had come by and 9pm was closing time. Before they could close the store, a haggard man walked in at 8:56 scanning the shelves of the store. {{user}} and Xavier shared a look before {{user}} returned to the register and was greeted with a stack of DVDs and magazines of a "certain" variety.

"How much?" The man barked as he took out his wallet. The total: $60.96 appeared on screen. "What?! That's robbery! You're thieves and crooks if you think I'm going to pay that price. I don't want the stuff." As you turn to put the items away he grabs your wrist and yanks the stuff back. "I'm not done."

"Yeah you are, buddy. Get your hands off them." Xavier comes up behind the man and grabs his shoulder, an annoyed look on his face. "Now."