I am the bland
So I went into Barnes and Nobles with the goal of buying this movie (Tim Roth is cool?). The interaction with the sales lady, who was browsing the CD’s went something like this.
Me: I am looking for a movie, could you look it up for me.
Sales lady: Okay.
[pause]
Me: Er, it’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern….
[sales lady starts walking away]
Me: are Dead?
Sales lady: Hamlet?
[sales lady changes direction and start walking towards the register/computer]
Me: Yeah… sort of.
Sales lady: Are Dead?
Me: …yes…
[pause]
Sales lady: No we do not have it.
Me: Thanks.
Sales lady: hm.
[I slowly back away]
I really do not know if the conversation, as depicted above, actually illustrates how uncomfortable the whole interaction made me feel. I really do not understand it, but the saleslady (who seemed to be a nice girl between 20 and 25) made my skin crawl and not like the nasty (who was 16 to 20 and had a gut hanging out of wife beater) who sold Heidi her pants. Being creeped out by the saleslady in the BN Music/Movie department is bad news for two reason: 1) I go there all the time and 2) I always check out in the music department because there is never a line.
Oh, and I ran 7.5ish miles to work today. Fuck you legs! Maybe that gut scared me…
Z.Monkey
