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There are two boys who skateboard outside the bookstore on occasion, making an awful racket and bowling over our customers, until someone's about ready to throw Tolstoy's complete works at them. Then they come inside and ask to use our phone. Being timid bookish people, we let them, despite the fact that they are both annoying and consistently stoned.
I haven't the faintest clue who either of them are.
When they come in tonight, which happens to be one of the busiest all year, my two co-workers and I are in the midst of a lot of frantic running around, answering phone calls, ringing people up, etc. The boys are giggling. They giggle nearly too hard to speak to me, but not quite.
The boy who asks to use the phone speaks very, very loudly, and the other tells him, even more loudly, to shut the fuck up man God.
I tell them to go ahead and use the phone. The first blinks at me and says, "YER THAT GIRL THAT USED TO RIDE MY BUS LIKE IN SIXTH GRADE." And then he says, "YOU ALWAYS HAD ALL THAT ANIME STUFF." And then he says, "ALL THAT STUFF WITH THE GAY GUYS MAKING OUT."
And his louder friend wails, "ANIME POOOOORN."
They make a call and they leave.
It was pretty fantastic.
I haven't the faintest clue who either of them are.
When they come in tonight, which happens to be one of the busiest all year, my two co-workers and I are in the midst of a lot of frantic running around, answering phone calls, ringing people up, etc. The boys are giggling. They giggle nearly too hard to speak to me, but not quite.
The boy who asks to use the phone speaks very, very loudly, and the other tells him, even more loudly, to shut the fuck up man God.
I tell them to go ahead and use the phone. The first blinks at me and says, "YER THAT GIRL THAT USED TO RIDE MY BUS LIKE IN SIXTH GRADE." And then he says, "YOU ALWAYS HAD ALL THAT ANIME STUFF." And then he says, "ALL THAT STUFF WITH THE GAY GUYS MAKING OUT."
And his louder friend wails, "ANIME POOOOORN."
They make a call and they leave.
It was pretty fantastic.