To The Blockbuster Video on Blatchington Road, Hove, England....

Dear Blockbuster on Blatchington Road,

After traveling twenty minutes on a hot, muggy bus that smelled vaguely of body odor.... carrying three children and a stroller on board with me to get to your establishment, you told me I wasn't allowed to rent movies from you.

I know I looked a bit disheveled and perhaps a little like a vagrant.... but Public Transportation and I just don't get along really.

Honestly, you could have cut me a break. After all, I am stuck here in this house with no car, no air conditioning, and no real TV. All I wanted was a few DVD's to plug the kids in front of so I'm not driven completely insane before August 16. But NOOOO, my name isn't Stewart Draper. Even though my last name is Draper, I have Stewart Draper's blockbuster membership card - it just wasn't enough proof for you was it?

So in conclusion, I would just like to say thank you for the Migraine, Blockbuster on Blatchington Road. You provided a great (albeit pointless) hour break in the day. Of course, it would have been better to come away with movies instead of three shrieking, screaming, children.

ARRRRRRRRGH!