You know the drill by now. I get customers, many of them are just after, yup, no surprise, a book, and the transaction that ensues is safe and unmemorable. I sold many books today, I was helpful and friendly. I had a good talk with a couple of strangers. I like to think that in a small way I made their day easier, friendlier. But we don’t talk about them here. Nope. We concentrate on the crazy arse side of things:
I came back from my break, through a back door, and saw a man shaving, with an electric razor, over a pyramid pile of books in the fiction section. We made eye contact, and then he continued shaving his chin. And I walked on by, over to my till point, where I told my colleague.
That’s…random huh? I mean, who would do that? And why? Why on earth would you find yourself in a bookshop and think, y’know, I need a shave? Why would you be carrying an electric razor?