His supervisor lent the crew his video camera so they could film some damage for insurance purposes. Afterwards, they rewound the tape to make sure they’d gotten everything.
“That’s funny; I didn’t think we let it run that long.”
“Just scan through the other stuff, then.”
“Wait…wait…What’s that?”
“WTF?”
“I have never seen a piercing like THAT!”
“Oh, this is bizarre!”
“WTF?”
“Whoa. WHOA! That’s [supervisor’s] house! That’s his couch, and his lamp!”
“So is that his wife?”
“I dunno.”
“No, it is not. His wife’s blonde.”
“WTF?”
No one said a word to the supervisor. Well, except that the video “didn’t come out” and they needed a blank tape.
Gonna be awkward tomorrow.
ETA: Oh, and now I’m really glad that at the beginning of certain videos Mr. Rilch and I have made, my first act is to address the camera: “If anyone besides us is watching this, YOU should be ashamed. Not US.” But then, I’m not Mysterious Woman With Odd Piercing In A House That’s (Presumably) Not Mine.
The story goes, in my home town, that about 15 years ago a local couple got their videotapes and boxes mixed up, and that a certain home video got returned to the rental place by mistake, instead of the rented video. The owner, so it is said, made copies of the home video and offered them out to rent, under the counter of course.
Knowing the couple in question, I would have paid big bucks not to have to watch it.
When I was an Army bride, one of my close friends shared the information that she and her husband had made a tape years ago. She was going on a trip, and she wanted to let me know that if she and her husband were killed in an accident on the trip, I was to go to her house and go to a certain cabinet and destroy the tape before her family came to clear out their household goods. Her insurance that I wouldn’t be tempted to view the tape before they died was that she didn’t give me the key to the house…she entrusted that to a very straitlaced neighbor/friend who didn’t know about the tape…and the tape was Beta, not VHS, and their Beta player (the only one on post that we knew of) was broken. Now that she’s divorced, I wonder what became of the tape…maybe she could send it to the new scheming lying bride…but that’s another thread.
Susan: That er, that Steve guy; how well do you know him? Are you close? Jeff: Close? We’re porn buddies!
<snip>
Jeff: Many years ago, me and Steve exchanged house keys… <snip> In the event of Steve’s death the first thing I would do—upset though I will be—is go straight to his house and remove all the pornography before his parents can find it. <snip> And he’s pledged to do the same for me. That’s how close we are! Susan: You two have seriously made plans to destroy each other’s dirty mags? Jeff: Who said, “destroy?” Remove. Susan: You wouldn’t keep them? Jeff: It’s a perk. <snip> That’s the beauty of it, you see. Your best friend’s dead, but there’s a bright side!
While I never duplicated them or offered them for rent, I would get about three “home movies” a month returned in our rental boxes when I worked for Blockbuster. That’s why we check what’s in the box when it’s returned. And yes, of course we popped the tapes into the VCR to see what was on them!* And you’re bloody well right we laughed our asses off!
And then very professionally called the last renter and told them there was a “personal” tape in the rental box by mistake and would they come and retrieve it and bring our tape back, please.
The only thing that disturbed me about the whole thing is that almost all of them were returned “accidentally” in kid’s titles. Which makes me wonder if it wasn’t so accidental, and people were getting their jollies thinking of kids watching them do the deed. Urgh.
For the record, only about half were sex tapes, the rest were things like old episodes of MASH and Days of Our Lives.
OK, sure, that’s a little awkward. But has Mr. Rilch’s supervisor ever lent his camera to his (highly conservative, highly white, highly old-fashioned) father with pictures of his single-mother illegal immigrant girlfriend wearing nothing but a smile on it?
Beat me to it!
I don’t know. My parents hid a porn video (not of them, although they had film production experience so it could’ve been of their friends) in my Home Alone box, probably figuring that I would have outgrown the real Home Alone and would never watch it again. Leaving me to experience quite the surprise when I was babysitting years later…
Forgot to say: There’s been no fallout yet. Supervisor came in on time, but left a few hours later due to a migraine. The second video, the clean one, is ready for submission to the insurance company, and I think is in the hands of office staff. As for the first one, it’s still in the camera, and the camera is in Supervisor’s locker. Not sure why the crew didn’t erase the whole thing, or at least the stuff they filmed, but there it is.
Tick…tick…tick…
ETA: Yikes, fetus! What was the fallout from that?
Actually, I just narrowly avoided it. I was 20 miles away at school and he called me and asked where my camera was so he could borrow it–I had to pretend I didn’t know where it was, then rush the hell home and make like I was tearing my room apart looking for it, while in reality I was frantically searching for my other memory stick so I could switch it out with the “dirty” one. Then I left the dirty one in the camera case and had to ask for the case back! Ended up having to pocket the memory stick right there while he was staring at me with a “What the hell is so important about that memory stick?” look on his face. Thankfully, he never actually asked out loud. The way I had to handle the whole situation, though, tells you a lot about the relationship I had with my father and why I moved out of the house later that year.
I was asked to go to a colleague’s house to show him how to use his new video capture card that he just got. For this story, I will call him Tim. We set a time and date for me to show and in the mean time, he would hook it up and try to figure it out himself. Well, he did manage to hook it up properly and had his VCR wired into it so he could capture video from it.
When I showed up, it had been showing him on a camping trip doing the usual camping type stuff. I started going over the details of using the capture program when we finally ran out of tape on the VCR, so I rewound the tape so we could continue. When I started the tape at the beginning, it showed Tim and his wife, both nude doing all sorts of interesting things.
I couldn’t stop the VCR fast enough. Poor Tim was so embarrassed about the whole thing. I didn’t make a big deal out of it and told him I wouldn’t tell anyone where we both worked.
That was 5 years ago and I still haven’t told anyone where I work. Maybe after he retires…
I once accidentally put a porn tape (not homemade) in a rental box for return. When I got home I found the actual rented tape and went right back to the store to exchange it, and they charged me a late return fee. Which I found somewhat petty.
I would have waived the late fee, just for the record. Mostly because a whole bunch of people were just too embarrassed to ever return our tapes, which was my main goal in the first place. I’d be so happy you had the…er…balls, that I’d do a credit and kill the fees.
I actually can see storing your porn in, say, your own cover box of Ishtar, because you know no one’s ever going to watch it. But to return it in a rental box and every time it happens to be Happy Scrappy Hero Pup? Something’s odd there.
Wait, there’s a porno starring our Happy Scrappy Hero Pup??
:o I was something of an (ineffectual) porn buddy for my brother. When he was in the hospital and my parents and I headed back to his apt to stay, it was quite a mess so we started to de-clutter and clean it. The first item I saw in his closet was a porno and I had to hide it from Mom…amazingly it was the only one but as she was the designated DVD and video organizer she just went ahead and put it in the stack with all the others. While Pop and I cleaned up the bongs and coke baggies. :smack:
My eldest son’s first birthday was recorded by friends of mine who were a cohabitating couple. They had borrowed a video camera from their school on the Friday to tape it for us on Saturday. When we reviewed the tape later, we rewound a bit too far and saw the beginnings of homemade porn.
Did I mention, her parents were in the room with us? :eek: