On the day when too many people take the opportunity to fetishize the military rather than reflect soberly on the idiocy of sending troops off to die in pointless, doomed conflicts I'm here to whine about the absolutely trivial and meaningless.
As this has been the week of enumerating my least favorite customer interactions, here's a few more for the pile.
The person who comes in with NO IDEA what they want, who has no favorite authors or subjects, who can't remember what they read last, a veritable literary blank slate that you are supposed to psychically intuit desire from.
These types actually used to bother me much more before I started following the Burl's advice from her own long ago days running the Earthling- "I would just grab the nearest book from the shelf of best sellers and hand it to them".
Which makes perfect sense, they've put no energy into the interaction so why should you?
Today's other winner was the guy looking for Heinlein's Starship Troopers, who I led to the section inspiring the comment "Oh, I already looked here, where else would it be?"
Uh, nowhere, because this is where it belongs?
Maybe some bookstores have a big, secret room full of salable books they're hiding away from customers, but frankly I've never seen one.
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