Tales of a Blockhead

J-Fed gives new meaning to “making it a Blockbuster night.” In fact, after Sunday night, I may not ever step foot in another Blockbuster again.

Since he moved out in February, J-Fed has been renting movies like it’s his job… and some days it probably is. Seriously, I’m willing to bet that he and TOW (the other woman) sit around every night watching movies together. Why am I so sure of that? Well, because even when J-Fed and I were still together, the two of them were out in my family room watching movies while I was asleep in bed. After all, pregnant women need plenty of rest.

Anyhoo, one of the biggest miscommunications between J-Fed, Blockbuster and I has been the accounting practices. There’s an irony in this fact. You see, we never had anything joint when we were married except our Blockbuster account. We banked separately. We had our own credit cards. We had our own cars. You get the picture. The one thing we shared was that lil ole movie rental account.

So it goes without saying that it would surely become a conflict now that we’re no longer together.

After the divorce, I went in and opened my own account. I even had myself removed from the original account… or so I thought. On more than one occasion since the divorce, they’ve accidentally rung me up on his account and given me his free movie rental. J-Fed’s a smart shopper – and a mighty frequent Blockbuster flier – so it only makes sense that he would have the Rewards program.

Well apparently the last time I went in there, they gave me his free movie for the second or third time. Let me preface this by saying that I rent no less than four movies at a time, which means EVEN if they’re giving me the free rental it’s because I EARNED it, paying for the other four movies. Now, J-Fed didn’t see it that way.