I love falling in love with strangers
I have a mild dislike of Barnes and Noble because I can never find a damn thing in the stupid store. This dislike is always tempered by a distinct love of their employees. Tonight, I was trying to find The Sandman and couldn't for the life of me find where all the comic books were.
Finally, I broke down and asked a matronly employee with nice glasses if they had any comic books.
"Surely you jest," she said to me. I gave a confused look around the store and she started walking me towards where the comics were.
"Ah," I said, "they must have moved since the last time I was here."
Then, in a voice that sounded like a warm smile and cigarette smoke, she said, "Someone moved your dish, my mouse." And then, after a split second of consideration, she ammened it with, "My kitten."
I totally wanted to ask her home with me to be my mother. Although, I don't think my own mother would be too happy about this as she is still alive and well.
Finally, I broke down and asked a matronly employee with nice glasses if they had any comic books.
"Surely you jest," she said to me. I gave a confused look around the store and she started walking me towards where the comics were.
"Ah," I said, "they must have moved since the last time I was here."
Then, in a voice that sounded like a warm smile and cigarette smoke, she said, "Someone moved your dish, my mouse." And then, after a split second of consideration, she ammened it with, "My kitten."
I totally wanted to ask her home with me to be my mother. Although, I don't think my own mother would be too happy about this as she is still alive and well.