My day started today with Coffee #4, with
Jessica Cox. My report is over on the Coffee link, but it was fun...and I put off
having breakfast so I could enjoy a Peet's berry scone with my coffee.
After we ended our coffee, I went to Supercuts to get a much-needed
haircut, so I'm all ready for France now.
In the afternoon, Walt dropped me off at Logos. Sandy and I,
who learned the last time I worked that we were both Judy Garland fans, today discovered
we both loved vanGogh and we compared notes on our respective trips to the jaw-dropping
vanGogh museum in Amsterdam.
An old man interrupted our chat, looking for a book about John Muir
and/or Yosemite Park. His eyesight was poor and he had difficulty looking on low
shelves, so Sandy helped me find the right section to look. He finally ended up
buying "100 Years of Yosemite" and said he would take it home and read it with
his magnifying glass.
A girl dressed in a most beautiful shade of salmon, accented with
black, and perfectly matching her tan skin tone and hair, came in to ask if we had any job
openings. I explained that we didn't have paid employees and she left.
A professional type with black Albert Einstein hair bought a book
about Roman History.
For the next hour+ there were no customers in the store.
Finally a guy came in looking for a book by an author I thought was John Belaire
(but I can't find that name or anything like it on Amazon). He didn't find it and left.
Bruce came in with a book he had purchased earlier in the week.
It was a Guide Book to Diego Rivera frescoes. It was a small $4 book and he
said that he has very sensitive skin and something in the printing process made his
fingers tingle, so he wanted to exchange it. The policy is no returns or refunds,
but Bruce is a good customer, so I just let him exchange the book.
My friend showed up at 4:10 and bought a book on architecture.
I told him about our upcoming cruise and he wished me well and said he'd see me when I get
back.
A business type woman, carrying a lanyard and a book on sound
innovations marched in, checked a couple of shelves and then left, but she turned to say
goodbye as she walked out the door.
A smiling kind of roundish man with curly hair came in, a messanger
bag over his shoulder. He dropped the bag on the chair by the desk and went to check
out the old books. He ended up buying two of them, plus a book from the literature
section. His credit card didn't go through the first time, but it did when I tried
it again.
A couple came in. He was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt. She
had hair down past her shoulders, with a grey stripe down the middle of it, the hair held
off her forehead by a clip to the hair on the back of her head. She spent a lot of
time looking through cookbooks and eventually bought one book about bread and another
about ice cream.
Another couple came in, he with an Assassins Creed shirt, she with a
topknot on her head the reminded me of something worn by one of the wives inThe King
and I. They both looked through old books, but didn't buy anything.
One couple came in, not to look at books, but to look at the new
artwork on the walls, many of which are beautiful depictions of the South West. Art
works are by Don Harting and Larry Woelfel.
A guy came in with an amazing shirt celebrating H.P. Lovecraft,
writer of horror fiction. I don't know what he was looking for because Peter
arrived, with Walt shortly after him, so we left to go home.
As we started to drive off from our parking place, we were passed by
this group.
The bushes cover them up, but every person in that group has a
large-ish dog on a leash, some had two on leashes. Mre than a dozen dogs. I
don't know where they were coming from or where they were going, but they certainly made
an impressive sight on the street.
1 comment:
John won't be watching the Series - since he's a lift-long Cardinals fan. When you're born in St. Louis, it does that to you. 8^)
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