Photo of the deceptively easy method of renting movies courtesy of IlliniGradResearch
I may have mentioned before that I am extremely bad at returning borrowed items on time. This applies to library books, movie rentals, the book I borrowed from a friend who then relocated to New England, and, on at least one occasion, a rental car.
It is for this reason that I have not entirely embraced the RedBox phenomenon. I love how easy it is to rent movies from them. I just stink at returning them.
And now, I'm starting to think that RedBox is also out to get me.
Case in point: on Sunday evening, I had to head to our nearby pharmacy to pick up a couple of things. Since I was already going there, J asked me to pick up specific movie from RedBox that shall remain nameless here because I'm a little embarrassed about how much I enjoyed it. (Suffice it to say, it was an offensive comedy that involved CGI.)
Then, LO refused to go to bed at a decent hour on Sunday night, meaning J and I were unable to watch said offensive comedy, because it would be just like our child to decide he wanted to start talking after hearing dialogue that would make a sailor blush.
Already, I was a little annoyed at RedBox, because my $1.29 movie rental had already doubled, and I was not getting anything like double the enjoyment out of it.
Thankfully, LO drifted off to sleep before 8 on Monday night, so J and I were able to enjoy our ridiculous movie without worrying about what it would do to our child's developing brain functions.
I had intended to return the movie yesterday during the day, but completely forgot about it. (See above re: my ability to return things.) Luckily, my writing group was meeting last night, so I had another opportunity to return the film on my way to the meeting.
Unfortunately, the closest RedBox box was not accepting returns.
This is not the first time I've encountered this particular problem. Granted, I don't rent from RedBox that often, but it's starting to seem like their business model is based on being closed to returns.
Since I had only left myself enough time to drop off the movie, not stop by the closest RedBox, see that it wasn't accepting returns, jump up and down and curse like the immature procrastinator that I am, get back in my car, and drive along to the next nearest RedBox box which was in the opposite direction of my meeting, I held onto the movie for another night.
I've now paid three times the price for this movie rental and I still only got one viewing's enjoyment out of it. (And I'm still embarrassed about which movie it was).
Fie upon you RedBox. A pox on all your houses!