"That's okay, can I see your drivers license?"
I hand him the license.
"The account isn't under my name, but I'm listed as an authorized user on the account."
"That's okay," he said "What's your phone number?"
"509, wait, do you want my phone number or the number of the account might be under?"
It doesn't matter he says, so I give him the whole number.
"What's your address?" And I recite my address.
"Well, you've never rented anything here."
"Yes, I have,"
"It must have been more than a year ago."
What? No, "It was about two months ago. The account is under Villabrille," I know I mentioned this before.
"oh, yeah here it is."
After this whole thing, I just want my own card so I don't have to go through this exchange again and the guy walks across the store and does some typing on another computer, tears something off the printer under the counter and puts it in the little laminated sleeve. That's right, he printed me a new card on the dot matrix printer. Even the local bakery has plastic coffee cards. Blockbuster prints them out, and part of the text is even cut off on the top of the card. Classy.