chatty hessie

i think this is going to be a postful day. i’m feeling ebullient.
so, while waiting for karen outside chapters, i had to go in. duh. me. books. dangerous combination. there’s a reason i refuse to go into bookstores anymore, and it’s sitting on my desk. the fifth book in the wheel of time series. i know, i said i wasn’t going to read past the third book. yes, i know i said i wasn’t going to buy any new books after aswohg. but karen was late! she left me there, alone, vulnerable and in a bookstore! i couldn’t stop myself.
i love bookstores. my mom owned a bookstore when i was younger. i remember sitting on the floor in the corner where the kids section was at the back of the store and just pulling everything off the shelf and reading while she helped customers. if i ever had the inclination to be an entreprenuer, that’s what i’d do. of course, i’d have to ensure it didn’t matter if i made money since independant book stores just don’t have the buying power to outlast the mega-stores. what about a bookstore/pool hall/coffee bar? damn, if they had one here, i’d practically move in.
while waiting in line behind the goth girl with her leather collar and mercedes lackey book, i couldn’t help but notice the strange little man at the counter ahead of us. he immediately reminded me of mel gibson’s character in conspiracy theory and the conspiracy guy. he was twitchy and had a nervous stutter as he chattered on to the clerk.
“this one is from a list and so is this one but this one was an impulse buy i couldn’t say no it was calling to me but it wasn’t on the list so it would be for me because it wasn’t on the list.”
i couldn’t help but grin, and step gingerly around him when it was time to move to a check out.
while at my check out, i was decidedly chatty with the semi-adorable service person. i was right proud of myself. eye contact, smiling, witty reparte with only a tiny amount of embarrassed blush. look at me go! actually, it’s spilling over into today. i’m doing a lot of smiling and eye contacting with the trainees i’ve passed in the halls this morning. ’tis a good thing, as it’s day eleven and i’m desperate for the weekend.