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[Jul. 7th, 2004|01:41 pm] |
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You can tell that the full moon is in effect when customers at Barnes and Noble become crazier and crazier.
Yesterday, there were 2 old ladies who came up to information because they were looking for a book that they didn't know the title or the author for. ( big surprise) However, they knew that it was on the Diane Rehms show on NPR.
Now Barnes and Noble has this quick link called "in the media" which is supposed to be updated every day as a new book or cd is promoted through either radio stations or television. Again, big suprise that it is abandoned most of the year, because this book was nowhere to be found.
It turns out that this woman wanted a book about a woman reporter who was stationed in Afghanistan. If you know anything about any of the books that have been published in the last 2 years, they ALL include some martyr journalist who chooses to hide somewhere in the middle east. So when someone says that they don't know the title nor the author for a book like that, I just show them to the Current Affairs and tell them to knock themselves out.
Because I was working with Charlie, who is one of the most generous and helpful employees at B&N, he volunteered to get out the yellow pages and call the radio station.
We found the book for her, but it wasn't in our store. ( of course) She then says "You people should watch 60 minutes tomorrow night-- they're gonna interview President Kennedy!"
First of all, if you have let yourself plummet into that much of a time warp, you have no right driving, nor do you have the right to vote.
I think that people should be quizzed on general American History and common knowledge before they are allowed to fill out a ballot. It is unsettling that more than 50 percent of our country is senior citizens and most ( I imagine) don't know what the heck they are doing. Still voting for President Kennedy?
The frosting on the cake was the elderly man that called me a half hour before I left. I picked up the phone "Barnes and Noble...blah...blah...blah..." and then he shouts "YOU JUST CALLED ME" I asked him "I called you?" and he replied "Well one of yous did" He had told me that he had a special order in, and he wanted to find out the titles. I looked them up in the computer to find out that they were all new age books on finding the Bermuda Triangle...
I named all of the books to him, and then he orders me to pick out "a good one" for him. I told him that I am not studied on the Bermuda Triangle, and would not be a good candidate for finding a good book. He then says "Well you can tell a good picture from the next, can't you?" Evidentally he wanted one with good pictures and a map. Of course, I picked out the craziest cheapest one possible, and told him that it was awesome. Then, I told him that I would put it aside...he then demands that I find yet another book for him put out by DK that was in the kids section that was one of those "Beginning to read books" because he assured me it was a high quality book. I told him, "yeah, but there are only about 20 words too"
He then tells me to "average" the prices of the books out so that I can ship them to him. I asked him for his credit card number, and he told me that he didn't believe in credit cards. He insisted that he would mail me a personal check, as long as we ship him his books. I told him that retail doesn't work that way, and transferred his call to a manager.
I was venting to Steve in the backroom that this guy was completely nuts. "Hi, I don't believe in Credit Cards, but I believe in the Bermuda Triangle" that's just like saying that you don't believe in Credit Cards, but you believe in Chewbacca.
Steve said that lit up an idea that he is going to start up a band called "Chewbacca Death Cult" in which each member of the band dresses up like a character from StarWars and instead of backup dancers, he'll just have Droids. I told him that it was a really indie idea.
Later that day, I went out with Erica to set an appointment up for my car and went to Urban Outfitters.
I got some Thai food and collapsed on the couch. I then decided to go to bed early, and cried because it was so fucking hot outside. My fan was just blowing hot air around my room and I felt like a two year old with the flu.
Today is better, I'm trying to be productive, and possible get a Kitchen Table ( and maybe a Cat) with Erica after work. |
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