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I am an old dork.
Jul. 9th, 2009 07:51 amSoooooo.... the weeping for the bookstore was a bit premature, as when I idly called their phone number, someone actually answered and they'd just... moved. I wonder when? Because usually when a business moves, they leave a big frickin' sign on the door/window alerting their customers as to the move. [Considering half the places I drove by yesterday either seemed to have moved or were in the process of moving, I'd say it's a safe bet places still do this. :P]
I was thrilled! Until I went. Their new store is a bitch to get in and out of, though now they have a manga selection. Which, sadly, they keep right in front of the windows. I wanted to tell them that since they don't price based on age/previous price/condition but instead just base it on the original price, they really shouldn't put the frickin' expensive stuff in the goddamned window because it'll fade... but I'm picky and then something else would have to go there, and maybe by putting it up front, it'll sell better. Whatever. This was the second used bookstore I'd been to yesterday, but I wasn't worried because...
At their previous location they had two shelves filled with what I was there for. SVH/SVU. Shut it, people. I was there to finish my damn collection once and for all. At least... SVU. Because this time I had money and I wanted those final four or five books OFF MY LIST. Only... no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find a single SVH book. Two shelves, remember? No SVU either. Decidedly odd. o_O I found two shelves of the younger series, still looking as rough as always, and hey, the BSC, but no SVH. Mums asked while I peeked at the American Girl books. The lady up front [not the lady I was used to seeing at the other store] walks up to the front, looking a smidge put out, and points triumphantly to the two shelves with the younger series. "Tada, you fucking morons!" her expression said. To which I, in my infinite shyness said, "Uh, no. What about SVH?"
Blank stare. Woman, don't give me that. I cannot be the only person in all of forever to have asked/bought/looked for the SVH books. She tried to point to the shelves behind me again and again I very sweetly said, "No. They're smaller? Normal paperback size?" She peeks at the normal YA section and then heads off to the computer and then CALLS ME OLD. This OLD COW calls me old. "She stopped carrying them."
While some might argue that they just didn't sell well, I would like to point out that there are only two reasons this place ever refuses to accept a book. 1) They have too many of that particular copy at the time. Bring that puppy back next time. 2) It's TOO OLD and thus no one would want it.
The fuck you say? My first inclination was to put back the two books I'd considered buying and say to hell with this. And then I thought better of it. I wanted those books and I'd made Mums drive all the way out here. Twice. And maybe by purchasing something from their SV collection, I could later con the owner into reconsidering the SVH ban.
And maybe this lady just ain't a people person. Book people so frequently aren't. I'm not, and obviously she was hungry because she descended on whomever brought her lunch and all the food went poof. So. I bought my books and took Widge to McDonald's where he played on the play...thing while I sat at the table and waved.
Fuck. Old. Unwanted.
And five motherfucking books from the end of my list. Huh. I just checked. 7 from the end on SVH/SVU combined. Maybe I'll just buy credits at paperbackswap and snag 'em that way. But can't do that til next week because hey, someone could surprise me on my birthday and also... broke. Which means no ebay for me.
I did find a copy of the first Roswell book while waiting for Mums to finish shopping. I was visiting the bookstore with a cat and there #1 was. And, to make things even better, it was only a little over a dollar. Piss poor savings considering it was originally priced at 1.99, but good condition and ohyeah, I only had two bucks to my name. So, I thank you muchly little bookstore kitty. All bookstores should have cats. Particularly cats that like me, though I think I've inherited enough of my father's genes to make that slightly more likely than it would be for some. [Before we moved/when I was a kid, Dad would go outside and I swear, if he had enough time, all the neighborhood cats would appear and say good morning. If we took a walk? Every. Damn. Pet. would appear and say hullo. It was like Snow White only without the princess in exile part.] Because I cannot say no to a shop kitty. Shop Kitty says, "mreow?" and I say yes. Yes, I will love you and buy books to keep a roof over your cute little head. And kitty purrs and tells me to buy more because perhaps, maybe this way kitty could get a new bed. Maybe a little kitty condo. Buy MORE!" Meow.
Okay. I need a shower to begin my day.
I was thrilled! Until I went. Their new store is a bitch to get in and out of, though now they have a manga selection. Which, sadly, they keep right in front of the windows. I wanted to tell them that since they don't price based on age/previous price/condition but instead just base it on the original price, they really shouldn't put the frickin' expensive stuff in the goddamned window because it'll fade... but I'm picky and then something else would have to go there, and maybe by putting it up front, it'll sell better. Whatever. This was the second used bookstore I'd been to yesterday, but I wasn't worried because...
At their previous location they had two shelves filled with what I was there for. SVH/SVU. Shut it, people. I was there to finish my damn collection once and for all. At least... SVU. Because this time I had money and I wanted those final four or five books OFF MY LIST. Only... no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find a single SVH book. Two shelves, remember? No SVU either. Decidedly odd. o_O I found two shelves of the younger series, still looking as rough as always, and hey, the BSC, but no SVH. Mums asked while I peeked at the American Girl books. The lady up front [not the lady I was used to seeing at the other store] walks up to the front, looking a smidge put out, and points triumphantly to the two shelves with the younger series. "Tada, you fucking morons!" her expression said. To which I, in my infinite shyness said, "Uh, no. What about SVH?"
Blank stare. Woman, don't give me that. I cannot be the only person in all of forever to have asked/bought/looked for the SVH books. She tried to point to the shelves behind me again and again I very sweetly said, "No. They're smaller? Normal paperback size?" She peeks at the normal YA section and then heads off to the computer and then CALLS ME OLD. This OLD COW calls me old. "She stopped carrying them."
While some might argue that they just didn't sell well, I would like to point out that there are only two reasons this place ever refuses to accept a book. 1) They have too many of that particular copy at the time. Bring that puppy back next time. 2) It's TOO OLD and thus no one would want it.
The fuck you say? My first inclination was to put back the two books I'd considered buying and say to hell with this. And then I thought better of it. I wanted those books and I'd made Mums drive all the way out here. Twice. And maybe by purchasing something from their SV collection, I could later con the owner into reconsidering the SVH ban.
And maybe this lady just ain't a people person. Book people so frequently aren't. I'm not, and obviously she was hungry because she descended on whomever brought her lunch and all the food went poof. So. I bought my books and took Widge to McDonald's where he played on the play...thing while I sat at the table and waved.
Fuck. Old. Unwanted.
And five motherfucking books from the end of my list. Huh. I just checked. 7 from the end on SVH/SVU combined. Maybe I'll just buy credits at paperbackswap and snag 'em that way. But can't do that til next week because hey, someone could surprise me on my birthday and also... broke. Which means no ebay for me.
I did find a copy of the first Roswell book while waiting for Mums to finish shopping. I was visiting the bookstore with a cat and there #1 was. And, to make things even better, it was only a little over a dollar. Piss poor savings considering it was originally priced at 1.99, but good condition and ohyeah, I only had two bucks to my name. So, I thank you muchly little bookstore kitty. All bookstores should have cats. Particularly cats that like me, though I think I've inherited enough of my father's genes to make that slightly more likely than it would be for some. [Before we moved/when I was a kid, Dad would go outside and I swear, if he had enough time, all the neighborhood cats would appear and say good morning. If we took a walk? Every. Damn. Pet. would appear and say hullo. It was like Snow White only without the princess in exile part.] Because I cannot say no to a shop kitty. Shop Kitty says, "mreow?" and I say yes. Yes, I will love you and buy books to keep a roof over your cute little head. And kitty purrs and tells me to buy more because perhaps, maybe this way kitty could get a new bed. Maybe a little kitty condo. Buy MORE!" Meow.
Okay. I need a shower to begin my day.