Closing in on 20 for me, I still have flashbacks about being asked “I’m looking for a book, I don’t know the title or author, but I know it’s blue and was on the table by the cafe last Christmas, do you know that one?” And then hating myself for knowing exactly what they meant half the time
Closing in on 20 for me, I still have flashbacks about being asked “I’m looking for a book, I don’t know the title or author, but I know it’s blue and was on the table by the cafe last Christmas, do you know that one?” And then hating myself for knowing exactly what they meant half the time
I would show up to b&n with a list of isbn Numbers ao i would get exactly what i wanted
I don’t even belive in god but bless you, your local bookseller is infinitely grateful to you even if they don’t say it.
True story:
Dead Wednesday. I was working the front by myself.
“I don’t know why I’m here, you can’t help me.”
“Well, I know a lot, and I have a computer for our inventory and one for our distributor, if you can remember 1 or 2 words, we have a good shot.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know the author, you can’t help me.”
We went round and round like that for 10 minutes, finally dragged it out of him and found it in the distributor system:
“How to Have Confidence and Power in Dealing with People”.
“Ordinarily it would take a couple of days to get this, let me expedite that for you, it will be here tomorrow.”
He never picked it up. 😟
“It’s that book with the picture of the woman on the front.”
“The Stories of Eva Luna by Isabel Allende?”
“Yeah…”
Co-worker: “How did you do that?”
“Every time I walked by it I thought ‘oh, hey, it’s that book with the picture of the woman on the front’.”
It was “The Art of Racing in the Rain” for a solid 7 months