POV: It’s a Friday night in 1996, and you’re cruising down the street, excitement buzzing as you head to rent a VHS for the evening. You pull into the car park, the warm, inviting glow of the store’s neon lights reflecting off the puddles below. As you step out of the car, someone hurriedly drops off their VHS return into the letter box return, just as you swing open the door to the store. The moment your feet hit the firm, musty carpet—complete with an iconic 90s pattern —you catch the faint, comforting scent of plastic VHS tapes, their corners slightly worn from being rented out again and again. The aisles are waiting, and it's time to hunt down the perfect movie for the night!