This balding guy in a trenchcoat is hunched over the discount videotape bin for, like, an hour.  I swear to you, there’s no more than 15 minutes of browsing in that damn rack, this stuff is absolute garbage, like 80′s softcore Skinimax crap and artsy-fartsy Playboy photo shoot videos (on actual video mind you).
Eventually, all I want to do is get rid of this guy.  “Can I help you find something, sir?” I ask naively.
The man looks up.  “It doesn’t say.  On the box.”
“Excuse me, sir?” I ask.  My second mistake thus far.
“It doesn’t say what the movie is about.”
I look at the box he has clutched in his hands.  The title is “San Francisco Lesbians #23″ or some crap like that, and features two buck-naked bony women on the cover groping each other.
“Well, sir,” I say, “Judging by the title, I’d say it’s based on the play by Shakespeare.”
He put the box down and left the store.