At Least They Care!

, , , , | Working | January 19, 2021

This is before the quarantine. I am at a bookstore, looking for a birthday present for my teenage son. A bookseller walks up to me, and at that moment, so does a boy of about five.

Bookseller: “Hi, can I help you?”

Me: “Yes, I need a book recommendation for my son. He likes horror and gothic literature.”

The bookseller glances down at the boy. 

Bookseller: “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer picture books?” 

Me: “No, I’m sure. He’d probably kill me if I tried to give him a picture book in front of his friends.”

Bookseller: “Sir, I really think you should consider something younger for your son.”

She gestures to the child.

Me: “That boy is not my son. My son is seventeen, almost eighteen.”

Bookseller: *Turns bright red and chuckles nervously* “Well, that changes things. What authors does he like?”

The little boy’s mother came along at that point and started scolding him for walking away, and the bookseller helped me find a good horror novel.

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