…apparently I keep cracking up the owner of my favorite used book store.
Today I’m calling in to find out if he’s got some books that I want available, he starts searching, says he’ll give me a call if he gets them in. Then asks if I wanted him to order a trilogy that I mentioned. I politely decline, hang up.
Two minutes later I call in again and he starts to laugh, asking me “So you want me to order those, right?”
Man, I’m predictable…and an addict, but yay I love my favorite bookstore for reading my thoughts and knowing my tastes in fantasy etc. rather well 😀 Little bookstores rock 😀