- The man who comes in and wants a Kipling book. "Now you're going to have to narrow that down a bit, sir." (899 came up on the computer.) He's hoping I will just scroll through them until something catches his eye. We are four deep at the desk on a Saturday. (You have got to be kidding me?!) When I tell him to look over the list while I help the next guy, he pulls out a list of three titles already written down (can't let me help someone else and risk me getting away!) and wants me to special order them. (Couldn't you have started with this, or are you a little needy for interaction with the stressed newbie running the books area by herself?) I saw him two days in a row and he special ordered at least nine titles. Yesterday, I see that we are holding 15 special order books for him already. (He's still deciding if he wants those!) I'm thinking he is a lonely, pseudo intellectual, but he'll probably turn out to be some college professor or a kajillionaire who is killing time by plaguing the bookstore!
- The mom who comes in with two kids (ages 4 and 2, I'd guess) at 9:45 on Sunday evening. After depositing the kids in children's books, she wanders the store, sinks into a chair and begins reading--absolutely oblivious to her kids destroying the kiddy book area. After they left, it took me about 30 minutes to pick up everything they had looked at and dropped. I even found several toys they had opened and removed from packaging so they could play with the toys. Lovely!
Give me the teenagers looking for another title in a series they are hooked on, or the slightly goofy guy hunting books on blacksmithing. (He is making knives. ??!!) Give me the soldiers looking for books on military conditioning, or the Grandma wanting a book on juicers. Give me calm and solitude. Give me that lake.