While I was in Buffalo to conduct training at the university there, I discovered that I’d failed to pack any books or movies to while away the evenings. Since I didn’t really want to pay $9.95 (or, you know, $12.95) for an in-room movie, I decided to head out to a Barnes & Noble and see what I could acquire.
After finding some classic (and massively discounted) Robert Silverberg and a Jack McDevitt novel I’d always meant to read, I headed back into the music-and-movies section to see what they had in the way of interesting DVDs. Not much, as it turned out. But while I was back there, within the space of about 45 seconds I had two different people ask me if I worked there. The older lady who asked, upon hearing my negative, said, “Oh, I’m sorry. You look like someone who would work in a bookstore.”
“I take that as a compliment, ma’am,” I said, and, smiling, headed toward the front of the store to purchase my books.