We apologize for the delay in this weekend’s blog. Wendy was away writing, and Jack forgot!
Questions bookstore customers ask and the answers bookslingers long to give, but never do.
“Where do you get your books from?”
The book fairy brings them. At night. And we also get together with other bookstore owners and dance naked around the book conjuring cauldron on James Patterson’s birthday.
Gullible people like you who don’t know there are hundreds of pennies to be made on the sale of each and every hardback work of fiction ever published.
Oh, we just go to the library and search the dumpster.
Yard sales. And then we mark them up 400%. And spray them with Lysol if they smell like cat pee. What can I help you find today?
“So have you read all these books? Heh heh heh.”
Duh. You think I’d sell a book I hadn’t read?
Just the red ones. Heh heh heh.
Who, me? I’m sorry; I thought you were asking the shop cat. Yes, she has.
“Do you sell books?”
No. This is a drug front. Say the password so I know you’re not an undercover cop.
Only if we can’t talk you into a Nook or Kindle.
Sometimes, if we’re very lucky.
“So how’s this work, like a library, you borrow the books and bring them back?”
No. You buy the books and bring them back. Then if we like you we’ll sell them to you for another two weeks.
Yes, that’s how it works, but you have to give us your Social Security Number so we can sign you up.
Oh, is THAT how a library works?! I’ve always been afraid to try one, since I saw that HBO film as a child, where the librarian looks all sweet and kindly but is actually a soul-sucking demon from Hell.
“Is this the adult bookstore?”
That depends on how you’re using the word “adult.”
Get out. And wash that raincoat.
Why? Can you read?
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