On Saturdays, one busload of Airmen after another came to the mall.. They would ravage the store and walk up to the counter with 30 cassettes each, EVERY week.. all with the SAME story, "I own all of these on LPs at home, couldn't bring them with me, and I can't live without them".. We sold thousands of cassettes to those guys, just over and over.. After a while I got to be pretty good friends with a lot of them and would give $1 off each tape..

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Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..