People always assume that bookstores are breeding ground for intellectuals. Boy they couldn't be more wrong...
SC: What's Ernest Hemingway's latest book?
Me: (Ready to gnaw my arm off in feral disgust, as Hemingway has been dead since 1961)
SC: Do you have the latest James Bond book in the series?
Me: You mean the last?
SC: The latest.
Me: (Again disgusted, as Ian Fleming is also long since deceased!!)
Stupid teenager: Ummm, I'm looking for, um, Moby Dick, by... Dickens?
(Moby Dick was written by Herman Melville, you moron!!)
Ghetto junior idiot: I'm looking for this book!
Me: Okay, what's it called?
GJI: I don't know!
Me: Who's the author?
GJI: It's about the mama beating up on her kid!
(I was beating myself up over this potentially nonexistent book and the kid eventually left).
SC: What's Ernest Hemingway's latest book?
Me: (Ready to gnaw my arm off in feral disgust, as Hemingway has been dead since 1961)
SC: Do you have the latest James Bond book in the series?
Me: You mean the last?
SC: The latest.
Me: (Again disgusted, as Ian Fleming is also long since deceased!!)
Stupid teenager: Ummm, I'm looking for, um, Moby Dick, by... Dickens?
(Moby Dick was written by Herman Melville, you moron!!)
Ghetto junior idiot: I'm looking for this book!
Me: Okay, what's it called?
GJI: I don't know!
Me: Who's the author?
GJI: It's about the mama beating up on her kid!
(I was beating myself up over this potentially nonexistent book and the kid eventually left).
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