Unfiltered Story #216792

I’m the dumb customer in this story:

When Bill Bryson’s “Notes From A Small Island” first came out, I wanted to buy a copy for my step-mother.

I went into a bookstore and, not remembering the title, asked the woman behind the counter something like “I’m after… um… Small Island. A book about Great Britain.”

The woman pointed to a display of the books, less than a metre away, and almost as tall as me.

I faced my palm, bought the book and left.