I get to the front of the line, and the check opens up that leads to the non-horrible looking guy. As I put my books down on the counter, he makes this face. Confused, I would assume.
- So, is any of these for you?
- The Murakami one.
- Ha! I was afraid it was the past lives one.
- I was afraid you thought it was that one too.
- No, not really. Insteresting selection though.
- Well, Murakami for me, the one about politics if for my dad and the mambo-jambo one is for a friend. She breathes that crap.
- Maybe you should buy her something better, try to turn her off of it.
- That would be impossible. I'd rather buy her something she likes, regardless of my own thoughts on the matter.
- I see. Well, believe it or not I say way more people buying that crap then I'd like to admit.
- I believe you. Sadly, I do.
- It's 48,50.
- Outch.
- If you'd like I could maybe make you a small discount, but since I can't really make discounts here unless announced, how about I take you out for a cup of coffee or something?
- You're cute. Does that ever work?
- Does what ever work?
- That line.
- It's not a line. I would like to take you out for coffee, that's all. I would like to keep talking to you and there's a big line behind you.
- I see. Do you say that to all your clients? Is it supported by the management? Is it a marketing strategy?
- What? You're crazy.
- And that's the point, and the reason why I'll have to say no to your request.
- Becayse you're crazy? That's ok, I like crazy. Really. Maybe a little too much.
- I'm not the kind of crazy people like. Thanks and happy holidays, bye.