As many recurring themes as working retail weaves into the symphony of your day, there will always be unique cadences.
Today I sold a big pile of stuff to an older gentleman, probably twenty books total.
As I rang up each book and set it on the counter, he picked it up, riffled the pages and sniffed deeply.
What was he hoping (or fearing) to scent?
Why not smell them before bringing them up to the counter?
The oddest part was he's a guy who's been coming in for years without any previous outbreaks of strange behavior.
Apropos the gal from last week who took all the books back, today they reappeared, ferried to the counter by a roustabout with paint dappled hands who said "a lady" asked him to bring them in. A few new titles, but mostly the same buy.
People are funny.
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