I was at the checkout counter at Barnes & Noble. (Why was I shopping at Barnes & Noble? I knew you were going ask me that! I was cleaning, and I found an unused gift card from long ago. I figured I might as well use it!)
So, back to my story…
I was at the checkout counter at Barnes & Noble. I said to the cashier (an older gentleman, bearded, portly, seated on a stool):
“Whoever the person was who helped me on the phone and put the book aside for me…”
I paused. He looked at me apprehensively.
“Please thank her for me.”
He exhaled the breath he had been holding.
“She was very helpful,” I added.
“Yeah, we’re a real bookstore.”
Feel beleaguered much?
I shrugged. “Sometimes,” I said.
He handed me a coupon. “This is for $1 off on a flavored beverage at the cafe.”
“Yummy,” I said.
I departed. We were both smiling, for different reasons.