Despite my extensive knowledge of classic literature and deep passion for the written word, I spend most of my time explaining our pricing system or telling people where the bathroom is.
Please just ask me anything other than the age of the cat.
The Bookshop Girl
Found on the title page of “Letters From a Nut” by Jed L. Nancy:
To: Mon Seenie
Love: The Blam
Christmas 1997
If you had a friend called “The Blam,” why would you ever give away anything s/he gave you?
The Bookshop Girl
…when a lady walks into the store, and I immediately want to yell, “No, we do NOT have ‘50 Shades of Gray.’”
I’d always rather let people surprise me with their taste. But if you look like a “Toddlers & Tiaras” mom, and the whole store seems to confuse you, I’m pretty sure I know what you’re looking for.
And NO.
You know who did make me happy today? The girls who came in to put up flyers for their wizard rock show. Absolutely.
The Bookshop Girl
Call me a perfectionist, but I hate when I can’t find exactly what a customer asks for. I feel like I’ve failed them and they’ll never come back. (They usually do.)
Today, that didn’t happen. On two separate occasions, I happened to be holding the very book a customer came to ask about.
And I felt like a fucking magician.
The Bookshop Girl
