To the "it's free!" comment, I always reply in an ironic tone, "Gosh, I've never heard that one before!"
People hardly ever know what they're looking for or how to spell it. I thank god on my knees every day for keyword searches. We use a CD-ROM which is fairly good, except for last month when it omitted all the York Notes series and every title that began with a W. You're only as good as your tools.
I do love the awe when they know very well they came in with almost nothing & they look at you like you're spooky because you were able to find it.
We have lots of regulars. My two favorites are The Two Loud Old Men, Mr Blustery & Mr Giggles.
There's also Conspiracy Collector, an otherwise very pleasant & together guy who seems to collect every oddball political theory book, along with World War Two titles and strange religious things. I am waiting for him to order a how-to-build-a-bomb book.
Then there's Fat Elvis (the fat guy who collects all Elvis stuff) and Thin Elvis (ditto, but younger & with some kind of mental problem).
We have Mrs Hag, who orders all her books via telephone and has a serious attitude problem.
There's Mrs Boring, who is really really lonely and will talk to anyone who remotely pretends to have any interest in what she's saying. She will talk to you for hours, mostly complaining about service in other shops or poor attitudes of her family members (except for her son, who is a god).
There's Deaf Sci-Fi guy, who lip-reads (most people don't know he's deaf) and collects female science fiction writers from America.
I have many appalling customer stories, most involving terrible hygiene rather than crime. We don't have a bathroom, but we have had instances of crap on the floor, and pee, once on a bookshelf, ruining 200 pounds worth of books, and once in the elevator.
LMFAO @ how-to-build-a-bomb book! I wouldn't put anything past customers!
crap on the floor, and pee, once on a bookshelf, ruining 200 pounds worth of books, and once in the elevator. OK...that is just fucking sick! What I wanna know is how someone took a shit on a bookshelf (i know...they prolly just put it there or something, but still!)!!!!
Nah, they took a shit on the carpet (and then walked through it, and a pee on the bookshelf (we think it was a little kid in both cases; in the latter case we're pretty sure it was a little kid whose father was angry that we didn't have a public bathroom & then directed his child to pee on the picture-flats browser/storage unit).
People hardly ever know what they're looking for or how to spell it. I thank god on my knees every day for keyword searches. We use a CD-ROM which is fairly good, except for last month when it omitted all the York Notes series and every title that began with a W. You're only as good as your tools.
I do love the awe when they know very well they came in with almost nothing & they look at you like you're spooky because you were able to find it.
We have lots of regulars. My two favorites are The Two Loud Old Men, Mr Blustery & Mr Giggles.
There's also Conspiracy Collector, an otherwise very pleasant & together guy who seems to collect every oddball political theory book, along with World War Two titles and strange religious things. I am waiting for him to order a how-to-build-a-bomb book.
Then there's Fat Elvis (the fat guy who collects all Elvis stuff) and Thin Elvis (ditto, but younger & with some kind of mental problem).
We have Mrs Hag, who orders all her books via telephone and has a serious attitude problem.
There's Mrs Boring, who is really really lonely and will talk to anyone who remotely pretends to have any interest in what she's saying. She will talk to you for hours, mostly complaining about service in other shops or poor attitudes of her family members (except for her son, who is a god).
There's Deaf Sci-Fi guy, who lip-reads (most people don't know he's deaf) and collects female science fiction writers from America.
I have many appalling customer stories, most involving terrible hygiene rather than crime. We don't have a bathroom, but we have had instances of crap on the floor, and pee, once on a bookshelf, ruining 200 pounds worth of books, and once in the elevator.
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crap on the floor, and pee, once on a bookshelf, ruining 200 pounds worth of books, and once in the elevator.
OK...that is just fucking sick! What I wanna know is how someone took a shit on a bookshelf (i know...they prolly just put it there or something, but still!)!!!!
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