Woke up at 6 to drive an hour and a half, 80 miles, to my favorite record store. Would've gotten up earlier, but I worked until midnight last night and was already exhausted. Got there at 745ish which was later than I wanted and there was a pretty decent line. Finally got in at 10. The store had everything behind the counter, so employees had to grab them. I gave one my list, which they recommend. Just Thrice, Coheed, and not as important but Balance & Composure and Pearl Jam. Right before I went in I saw a Thrice label on the floor through the window, so I assumed that was a no go. But there was one copy of Coheed on the shelf so I was sorta content with that. The dude with my list kept pacing behind the counter like he had no idea where any of them were. Finally he reaches for Coheed only for another employee to grab it at the same time. The employee helping me lets go and starts saying there might be more somewhere else and I watch completely baffled as the other employee hands the final copy to the guy directly behind me. After another minute of awkwardly searching, he handed me a copy of Pearl Jam, saying that's all he has left, and went off to help someone else. Since I drove all the way out there I tried to enjoy myself and look through their other records, but I was too dumbfounded to actually concentration. The checkout was going to take another half hour and I could tell the Pearl Jam single would end up in the bargain bin, so I just walked out empty handed. What a waste of six hours and half a tank. All I got was a Snapchat of me flipping off a Dunkin Donuts cup with a Rangers logo. Now I gotta go directly to work for the next 6 hours and I'm sure by the time I'm out it won't even be worth checking other stores.