Man: I want a book for my mother. What do you think she'd like?
Me: Umm, what sort of books does she read?
Man: I don't know. She comes in here a lot.
Me: Sorry, but I don't know which of my customers is your mother. Crime fiction? Romance? Biographies?
Man: I think I'll just get her some flowers.
And off he went.
*sigh*
finished reading
1 day ago
3 comments:
Haha How could you not know what she'd like to read, Julie? I don't work in a bookstore, but I can relate. Sometimes I think that people assume I have a magic ball that can tell me whatever it is they want to know. And I don't read minds either. ;-)
maybe y'all SHOULD have a magic 8-ball!!!
Poor guy, he was *trying* to do something special.
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