As one of the Godless who are (as Fox News would have it) trying to drown Christmas in a bathtub much like their hero George drowned New Orleans, I thought I'd do some liveblogging on the retail face of Jesusday.
Customer story:
An elderly man comes in, leaning on his cane.
He wants $100 gift certificate for his son, and I've filled it out and am about to ring it up when he asks "is this a BOOK store?" in a disoriented tone.
"Yes sir, Phoenix Books"
"Oh...oh no! I want the record store!"
"Right on the other side of the wall, you missed it by one door."
"Oh dear!"
Believe it or not, that happens all the time. Probably once a week someone wanders up to me at the counter and asks for a CD, or wants to know where our cassette tapes are. And it's a wide demographic net...Gothic teens, punks, middle-aged Parrotheads, lawyers...no one is immune to the embarrassment of walking through a large room full of books and asking for tickets to the Yanni show.
(addenda for Anner: the Blogger spellchecker just suggested I replace 'Yanni' with 'Anna')
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