Somebody gave me a cassette copy of A Night on Earth when I was a freshman in high school, and I fell in love with it. When the tape wore out I went looking for it locally, and everybody seems to stock a Brave Combo album or two, but never A Night on Earth. I was still in high school when I was actively looking for a copy, and by the time I had the means to purchase it online, I was absolutely determined to find it at a brick and mortar store. The same thing happened with the soundtrack from Hair -- after twice having a sales clerk refuse to sell a used copy because it was scratched, I became convinced that I could only buy it if I found it used.
None of this is actually why I'm writing about PrePlayed, though. I brought it up because while I was there, a woman, probably in her mid-40s came in to sell some CDs. She talked incessantly through the sale process, but I wasn't really listening to her so I don't know what she said, only that after the left, one of the sales clerks turned to the other and said, "the hell was that all about?"
I was there for at least another fifteen minutes before I made my purchase and left. As I was getting into my car, she popped up from the other side of the car next to mine (which wasn't hers) and said "Hey, do you wanna go smoke up?"
I probably said something along the lines of "...uh..."
"You look like you'd be fun to get high with."
Always the master of the witty retort, I said something like "No I don't," stepped into my car, and got the hell out of
It wasn't one of those things where you sit back and gloat that somebody thinks you'd be fun to get high with. After all, business casual attire doesn't scream "stoner" to most people.
This feels uncomfortably like my experience with a woman who used to frequent my neighborhood when I lived in The Pit. The other guys encountered her too, but not as often as I did because she liked to hang out in front of the tanning salon across the street right around the time I always got home from work. More than once she came over to talk to me while I was waiting for the "Walk" signal. When she wasn't trying to sell me drugs, she was telling me that she had a gun or reciting my license plate and (what she claimed was) my car's VIN number. I have no idea how she found that stuff out. Keep in mind that this is the campus area we're talking about, and there's a law here that says you can't park anywhere near your destination. Downtown Madison was designed with deterrence in mind.
Anyway, the last time I saw that woman, she was working at Barnes and Noble on the West side.
I'm not sure what the point of that whole story was, except that I'm still creeped out.