Another bookstore tale, folks. Depending on how you feel about them I either need to say “I’m sorry” or “You’re welcome.”
Today’s story is about strangers. Customers that come into my little bookstore are strangers. They are supposed to come in, buy books, and get on with their lives. The only interaction I should be forced to have with them should be limited to “No, we don’t sell Fifty Shades of Grey,” “Books about blah, blah, blah are this way,” and “Here’s your receipt, have a nice day.” Even the “have a nice day” part is a stretch for me because I don’t like saying things I don’t mean. Therefore, since I really don’t care about their day, I’d rather say something like “Here’s your receipt, now I can get back to writing.”
But alas, these forced and fleeting convos don’t irk me nearly as much as the customers who come in and feel the need to tell me their life stories. 99.989% of the time I don’t care. One lady engaged me in discussion about her upcoming trip to Israel. That ONE LADY held my interest and didn’t cause my eyes to glaze over. Happy travels One Lady. Bring me back some matza balls.
Then, there was this other lady. Whoa. The setting: late morning at the bookstore with my male co-worker. A lady walks up and ruins my life for the next hour. Enjoy!
Other Lady: Do you have animation books?
Me: Books on animation? Kind of. The back shelf has a few how books on how to draw comics and there are a few on illustration to the right. Actual animation, though not really.
Other Lady: No, like animation.
Me: *Blank Stare*
Male Co-worker: You mean anime?
Other Lady: Yeah, anime.
Me: Okay, that’s right back here, follow me.
Other Lady: Girl, I was flirtin’. What you doin’?
Me: Umm, sorry for doing my job. (For one, either her “flirtin'” skills blew chunks or I’m clueless. But honestly, her hair was uncombed, she was wearing hospital scrubs stained with what appeared to be blood, and she looked/was about five months pregnant. In my opinion, she was in no condition to flirt, but whatever.)
Other Lady: Oh this is great. He reads Hack (sp?), but this looks good, too. It’s for my son. He’s such a bright boy, but he doesn’t read. But he’ll read this. As long as he reads something I guess. I should call him and see if I can catch him. He’s at his dad’s for the weekend. Heaven forbid I should interrupt on his weekend…
Me: *Watching her dial. I go to walk away, she signals me to stay. I stand their for ten minutes while she talks to her baby daddy, all the while gesturing to me like we’re two girlfriends having a laugh at his expense. I eventually walk away successfully. Other Lady follows me when she gets off the phone.*
Other Lady: This place is great. So many books. I love to read. It’s ’cause of my family. My grandfather especially. His way of showing you love was telling you to read a book. So my mother would do [blah, blah, blah] and he would tell her to read a book. Me and my brother would say [blah, blah, blah] and he would tell us to go read a book. He would stand just like this, with his hands behind his back, and tell us to read a book. My mom still talks about it. My mom would love you. I have to come back with her. This way she can pay. As long as I drive, she’ll buy everything. You know what I mean? Because she’s….
This went on for almost an hour. I would walk away, pretending to be doing something, maybe offer a fake laugh here and there. She would follow me, still telling me about her whole life. And all I could think was “STRANGER DANGER!” Then I zoned out and went to my happy place. That must’ve worked because I don’t remember her buying anything or leaving. “Grrreat Success!” (*In my Borat voice)
By the way, by “went to my happy place,” I mean I hid in the storeroom and worked on my writing.
Glad you enjoyed the post, haha.
I believe I saw that same woman at the bookstore I recently went to, although I’m not sure because most of my attention was drawn to the vast number of “Shades of Gray” books that were on the table. I couldn’t believe it. Talk about top dibs on the display!
No comment, Carrie. You know how I feel about that series, lol.
Yeah, as I recall, you’re not a big fan. 😉 I’m beginning to think I’m the only one on the planet who hasn’t read the series and has no intention to.
Oh no, we’re in the same boat then. I must’ve misunderstood you. I started to read the sample on my kindle but couldn’t even get through that. And that was when it first showed up, way before it was an unfortunate phenomenon.
No, it’s definitely not for me either. But I guess that writer found something people wanted, though I’m still scratching my head at the allure of it all.
Haha sorry you have to endure it, but it does make for some entertaining reading! I can definitely relate from my time in retail sales. I really just hate people most of the time. How is it that so many quiet, introverted people get into retail? Weird.
It does make for good blog posts, and I try to focus on that. I actually thought a bookstore would be the best type of retail for an introvert who doesn’t talk to strangers or play well with others. I thought book lovers were also introverts. I thought they were my people. I was mistaken…
Hey, that lady used to come into my bookstore all the time. There’s one in every town.
I’m sure. Why is that? Why is it that the most annoying stereotypes are ”one in every town?” What a crap hand the world has been dealt in that regard.
Ha! Totally agree.
Great post 🙂 I needed that today LOL. I wish I had more people like you in my life 🙂
Aww, I’m glad I could help. Stop by whenever you’d like. I’m funny quite often. Take care.
Thanks so much for the bookstore story! Can’t have any caffeine this morning so I need something for a pick me up! =)
Haha, you’re my biggest bookstore adventures fan! You’re very welcome.