I work at a rather busy little used bookstore here in town. Normally, my store is busy, but not crazy, on Sundays. Also, the vast majority of my customers are awesome, especially the 8-12 year old kids who come in with their allowances to buy books for themselves.
This Sunday was, however, just freaking weird. On Sunday afternoon, the following things occurred at the store where I work.
First, a woman disrobed completely in the stationery alcove.
My coworker, we’ll call him Fred, who was working at the register, was trying very carefully to be polite about the fact that there was a naked woman standing over by the thank-you notes. Fred managed, without making any fuss, to notify another coworker, who went and got the shift manager. Our lovely shift manager asked the woman, politely, if she might put her clothes back on. She replied “Oh of course, no problem.” Got dressed again and left.
Then, as I was working at the buy counter, a woman and her children came in to sell books. The books were primarily well-worn romance paperbacks, but at the bottom of the bag, we found a large number of erotica books. Not that unusual, really. Except these were both extremely dog-eared and covered in an odd, clear sticky something.
And finally, a gentleman came in and was a complete pill to my coworker running the buy counter because she would not pay for his Playboy magazines, offering only to donate or recycle them.* He then hounded two other coworkers, caused major issues at the register, got in another coworker’s face and had to be escorted out by a manager.
I’m not sure what’s in the air, but I’m glad I had Monday off…
*My store has very limited space for anything with adult content, and playboy magazines don’t sell well, so typically we’ll only actually pay for the collectible ones we think we might have a shot at reselling (as opposed to putting on the shelf for a year with the big ADULT CONTENT sign and then recycling them).We also only have space in the standard magazine rack for current magazines.