Customers are funny.
Bookstore customers, specifically.
Exhibit #1
Thin, frail scholarlywoman asking after books on sexual fetish/dysfunction and the psychology of sexual fetish....
Exhibit #2
Girl around 11 or 12 years of age perusing a Stephen King book rapidly returning it to the shelf and walking quickly from the aisle as I enter the aisle to put away a reshelf.
Exhibit #3
Dude in his late 20s early 30s in a black windbreaker wants a copy of Mastering the Art of Selling, which we go to the appropriate shelf to find. While I am scanning for the title, I mention that if we don't have it, I can order it in for him, which would be "as easy as pie." And that I then sounded like my grandparents. He goes on this minirant/tangent about how we all are surrounded by the software of our environment as we grow up and are programmed by the people around us without even realizing it and this is the sort of work he does and here's my card with my number on it and can I have your number so I can give you a call and we can talk about this? I took his card and didn't give my number, and when I got back to the Info Desk I was informed I'm a tad pink....
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