What would Nancy Spungen do?
Mar. 12th, 2006 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceI worked at the bookstore until closing time tonight, for the first time, I think, since the HP release party. It's very hard for me to work late nights on Saturdays when the rest of my week is pretty early, and so I was expecting to be pretty cranky come, say, nine pm or so, but thanks to an unexpected convergence of Good Things--working with my favorite manager, finally remembering to return the book I'd checked out months ago so I could check out another one, things like that--it really wasn't so bad at all.
A strange thing happened to me, though. I was zoning back in the children's department (for those of you unschooled in BN jargon, this means scanning books and pulling some for returns, alphabetizing, dusting, things like that), and a boy, maybe about fourteen, walked up, picked up the post-it pad we use to return damaged books from where it sat on the floor beside me, stole a page from it, and walked away again without saying a word. And then about ten minutes later he did it again. I mean, it's not even as though the sticky notes would come in handy--they're preprinted and there's not much free space on them--and there was a blank post-it pad also on the floor, and I was hoping he would come back by so I could ask him what on earth he was doing, but I never saw him again. It was all very mysterious.
This late-night update brought to you by a 16-ounce iced caramel latte, without which I would even now be asleep in my snug little bed.
A strange thing happened to me, though. I was zoning back in the children's department (for those of you unschooled in BN jargon, this means scanning books and pulling some for returns, alphabetizing, dusting, things like that), and a boy, maybe about fourteen, walked up, picked up the post-it pad we use to return damaged books from where it sat on the floor beside me, stole a page from it, and walked away again without saying a word. And then about ten minutes later he did it again. I mean, it's not even as though the sticky notes would come in handy--they're preprinted and there's not much free space on them--and there was a blank post-it pad also on the floor, and I was hoping he would come back by so I could ask him what on earth he was doing, but I never saw him again. It was all very mysterious.
This late-night update brought to you by a 16-ounce iced caramel latte, without which I would even now be asleep in my snug little bed.
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Date: 2006-03-12 11:05 pm (UTC)I have indeed read A View from Saturday, and adored it as I do all her books, but it's been years, and I don't remember a lot of the details. I'm planning to try and unpack most of my books this week (FINALLY GOT MY BOOKCASE YAY), and when I come across it, I think I'll read it again.