I’m not going to pretend it wasn’t planned out. It sure wasn’t spontaneous and that might explain the blank look – on the cashier’ face. Smiling and pointing back at the full litter of Barnes and NowayamIgonnafinishthetrademark books behind me (did I lose you?) I act out with a most earnestly contrived tone of sincerity, “I’ve been looking everywhere… And I can’t seem to find any of your EBooks.”
Blank. His face is blank. And time stands still, the way it does, pardon me, the way it seems to do* when an awkward statement throws the center of attention into the nether long enough that parties involve find themselves recollecting themselves.
“It’s a joke,” I offer up with smiling lips and goober eyes, “just not a funny one I guess.”
“Oh yeah. I guess not” replies the man who refuses to let the bookworm controlled, analytical stereotype fade into the mucky mess that is the un-analyzed suchness of now – but, you know, back then.
But – And yet- Alas! the red headed cutie pie near the door laughs and looks me dead in the eyes. Someone thought I was funnehhhh… And of course being the Don Juan that I am, I stroll over to her, and – after my field of vision is encroached by what looks like a Hubby Buddy following a gut feeling to suddenly address his wife about that wandering ginger child entranced by the world’s finest coffee table tomes – ahem – I stroll over to her, and stroll right by her, and walk right out the door into and onto the next mystery.
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