Go to a motel

You need to examine the DVD and you need privacy and a DVD player to do that so you head uptown a few blocks to a cheap but clean motel. The desk clerk takes your money rents you a DVD player and shows you to your room all without once making eye contact.

"Hey, buddy my face is up here." You don't say opting instead to shut the door in his face, leaving him waiting for a tip.

You kick off your shoes with a relieved sigh, clearly, they are not designed for walking never mind running, and perch on the end of the bed.

"Alone at last." you say to your reflection.