You know, like they sell at the grocery check-out line.
Itâs true! When I am stoned, my diction wanders to some odd places.
RDU Airport (near Raleigh NC) has a used book seller out by the gates. I donât know how they get by, but Iâm glad itâs there. I was browsing there a month or so ago when a fellow came in and held a book up to the cashier.
Guy: âI have this book that Iâve already read. Can I swap it for a different one?â
Cashier: âNo Iâm sorry. We donât trade books, we only sell them.â
Guy with book: âItâs one for one. Youâll have this book, and Iâd have another book. Whatâs wrong with that?â
Cashier: âSorry, I donât make the rules here. Weâre only allowed to sell our books.â
Guy with book, sounding angry: âThatâs a lousy rule! I donât want this book. Can I leave it on the table in front of the store?â
Cashier: âIâm sorry. I have to follow the rules, itâs my job.â
At that point, a couple approaches the front of the store. Guy with book goes up to them. âHey, would you like to read this book? Iâm done reading it! If you want it, you can have it for free!â
Totally reminds me of Eric Idle, for some reason. âFor ten pounds, I wonât ruin your sketch!â
From my time at Barnes and Noble in my early twenties I can say that this is a real experience.
âHi, Iâm looking for a book.â
âDo you know what the title is or who the author is?â
âI think the cover was red.â
âDo you know anything else, like what itâs about?â
âMy friend said it was really great and everyone was reading it. Where are your popular books?â
After showing them the NY Times Bestsellers, theyâd eventually remember that it was an old popular book thatâs been published several times with different covers.
Sometimes you could figure out the odd logic behind their mental associations.
âIâm looking for a book called âSomebody Ate My Quesadilla.ââ
âYou mean, âWho Moved My Cheese?â Iâll show you where it is.â
It always got awkward when they could swear they knew the authorâs name but even after you found the book that fit perfectly with every detail they could remember about it, theyâd still claim that it wasnât the correct author. As if someone other than J.D. Salinger wrote The Catcher in the Rye. I half expected them to say: âNo, I want the Herman Melville versionâŚâ
Jumping through to the website though, this post made me incredibly sad:
Second hand bookseller I knew sold a car boot load of books to a doctor who wanted to outfit the library in his new holiday house. He didnât care what the books were about, just that they filled the library.
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âNo, I want the Herman Melville versionâŚâ
[/quote]âŚthe one without the gannet.
Strand sells books by the foot to prop departments.
Itâs okay, I had a Doctor Who fit in my library as well!
the one without the⌠? The gannetâs in all the books! itâs a standard British bird!
Alright! Whoâs in charge of pulling the birds around here?
Thanks for picking up what I was putting down.
Sure they do, itâs just commonly misspelled as âyay!â
I think the reply, âHeâs the author, sort of,â proves it was a rendering of the callerâs actual pronunciation.
I always enjoy these type of anecdotes, although as a quiet-as-a-churchmouse stealth customer whom the employees donât even realize is there in the back stacks, some of the weirdest conversations Iâve heard in used bookstores or comic book shops are the employees conversing with each other when they donât realize or donât care that others are listening.
That reminds me.
I used to work at RadioShack, and one time, a foreign language speaker conversed openly with their interlocutor about casing the place to try and steal stuff later. I was very fluent in that particular language at the time, and I piped up with âHey, just be sure to come back after my shiftâ in their language. They were pretty pissed off that I understood them and left without buying anything. People say the weirdest shit when they think they have privacy.