Students Don’t Hit The Books Like They Used To

, | Edmonton, AB, Canada | Uncategorized

(It is the first week of classes, so the book store is absolutely packed.)

Student: “Can you help me?”

Me: “Of course. What do you need?”

(The student hands me her book list.)

Student: “Find all of these for me.”

It Must Have Been A New Moon

| Melbourne, Australia | Uncategorized

(This particular customer is a semi-regular who tends to loiter around the new age and paranormal sections. She has knee-length flowing blonde hair and is fond of hippyish clothing. Tonight, I notice her staring at me from a distance for a few minutes with a subtle, knowing smile.)

Me: “Hello, how are you today? Would you like any help?”

Customer: “Good, quite good. I don’t need any help, but can I just talk to you for a minute?”

Me: “Sure. What would you like to talk about?”

Customer: “You. I just have some questions about you. You work here quite a lot, don’t you? At night. I see you every night I come in.”

Me: “Yes, I do tend to work here Thursday and Friday nights.”

Customer: “I notice cause you’re so pretty. Such long dark hair and pale skin.”

Me: “Umm, thanks.”

Customer: “What’s your name?”

Me: “It’s [my name].”

Customer: “That’s a lovely name. A very old fashioned name. You don’t really hear it anymore.”

(By this point, I’m getting confused as I didn’t think my name was that uncommon. I’m not sure what point she’s trying to make.)

Customer: “What else do you do, other than working here?”

Me: “I’m in my fourth year of uni. My major is Science, but I do some electives in Literature and History.”

Customer: *smiles* “Ahhh. So you’re quite educated, as well.”

Me: “I guess you could say that.”

Customer: “Well, I had better not waste any more of your time. But I just want to tell you that I understand now, and I won’t tell anyone.”

Me: “Ah, ok. About what?”

Customer: “Your secret. That you are one of them. A vampire.”

(The customer leaves while I just stand there confused.)

Coworker: “What’s up?”

Me: “I ****ing hate Twilight…”

Posthumous Post-Modernism, Part 2

| Springfield, MO, USA | Uncategorized, Zombies

(Two teenage customers walk up to the information desk, and pick up copies from the stack of ‘Pride and Prejudice and Zombies’.)

Customer: “I can’t believe Jane Austen let them do this.”

Me: “Well, she’s been dead for nearly two hundred years. Her works are all public domain now.”

Customer: “Oh.”

(She waves the book at me.)

Customer: “Then how can you do this?”

Posthumous Post-Modernism

Found Next To The Irony Section

| Albuquerque, NM, USA | Uncategorized

Customer: “I need to find [diet and exercise book].”

(I go and look up the book for her.)

Me: “Alright, it looks like it will be in our wellness section. Let’s head over there and grab it.”

Customer: “You go get it. I’m tired.”

Jane Ey-re-animation

| Dallas, TX, USA | Uncategorized

(It’s the end of the summer. A high-school aged customer comes in.)

Customer: “Hi, I’m looking for Frankenstein by ‘J somebody’.”

Me: “Actually, that was written by Mary Shelley. We have several copies.”

Customer: “No, it’s written by ‘J somebody’. Look it up.”

(I look it up. It’s definitely written by Mary Shelley.)

Customer: “Hang on, I’ll call my mom.”

(He comes back.)

Customer: “It’s Frankenstein by Jane Eyre.”

Me: “Sorry sweetheart, looks like you have to read two books.”

Customer: “Aw man!”

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