working in a bookstore is like working in a dusty place that strange people want to wander around. i know everyone has things that are peculiar, things that are strange, but when books are concerned, these inky smelly awesome rectangles are batsignals to the mental. its kind of awesome, sometimes annoying, but mostly interesting.
take today’s customer of the day; an older lady that looked normal on first glance, but then as she passed me lifted her arms up and started mumbling to herself, ‘oooooooh, oooooooooh’.
i drew a picture of her on my break.
