This Is A BOOK Store!
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bloodyrosemccoySo since I was going there straight from work, I arrived at Barnes and Noble some time before the rest of the book club. This was handy, because it gave me time to head to the café and get a sandwich. I still had some time, though, so I also went to the AV section to see if they had the DVD I was planning to get my brother for his birthday which was last month but whatever. They did not have it, so I threaded my way through racks of LEGOs and puzzles and shit to meet with the book nerds.
After the meeting, I went back to the café and got a lemon bar for when I got home. I stuck it in my bag and turned to leave—and saw, on one of the islands of toys, a plush Yoshi that was too dang cute to pass up.
So I picked him up and brought him past the lap desks and the bookends, and looking at the Nook accessories it occurred to me that I have been needing a new mousepad, since the bacterial civilization that is doubtless growing on the one I have can’t be far from rising up and slaying me. Perhaps there was one here!
“Say,” I said to the information lady. “Would you happen to have mousepads here?”
The lady gave me the exasperated look all great minds adopt after dealing with idiots all day—a look that said There Are No Dumb Questions, Just Incredibly Stupid People. “No,” she said with exaggerated patience. “This is a book store.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. “I figured it was worth a shot.”
Then I went up front, paid for my plush Yoshi,* stuck it in the bag next to my lemon bar, and went on my merry way, chuckling a little at my own naïveté. Looking for mousepads! In a bookstore! What was I thinking?
The lemon bar was delicious, by the way.
*Although that took some doing. There was no tag, and the lady up front was apparently from some alternate dimension where smokery Jersey accents exist but Nintendo does not. She somehow became convinced that the plush toy was made by a company she called “Super Mary-o,” but the website she used to look up the price kept telling her Super Mary-o was not a toy but a game, which was just weird, if you asked her.
After the meeting, I went back to the café and got a lemon bar for when I got home. I stuck it in my bag and turned to leave—and saw, on one of the islands of toys, a plush Yoshi that was too dang cute to pass up.
So I picked him up and brought him past the lap desks and the bookends, and looking at the Nook accessories it occurred to me that I have been needing a new mousepad, since the bacterial civilization that is doubtless growing on the one I have can’t be far from rising up and slaying me. Perhaps there was one here!
“Say,” I said to the information lady. “Would you happen to have mousepads here?”
The lady gave me the exasperated look all great minds adopt after dealing with idiots all day—a look that said There Are No Dumb Questions, Just Incredibly Stupid People. “No,” she said with exaggerated patience. “This is a book store.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. “I figured it was worth a shot.”
Then I went up front, paid for my plush Yoshi,* stuck it in the bag next to my lemon bar, and went on my merry way, chuckling a little at my own naïveté. Looking for mousepads! In a bookstore! What was I thinking?
The lemon bar was delicious, by the way.
*Although that took some doing. There was no tag, and the lady up front was apparently from some alternate dimension where smokery Jersey accents exist but Nintendo does not. She somehow became convinced that the plush toy was made by a company she called “Super Mary-o,” but the website she used to look up the price kept telling her Super Mary-o was not a toy but a game, which was just weird, if you asked her.
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Date: 2011-04-12 04:44 am (UTC)But mousepads? Weird.
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Date: 2011-04-12 06:13 am (UTC)