(I wrote this post ages ago, in the summer some time...August I think. It was just sitting in my drafts, and then I came across it. I think it needs to be shared.)
I have a story for you guys.
So, you know I work in a bookstore, right? Well at said bookstore we have an entire section dedicated to sex. Yep, that's right. It's called "Wellbeing: Sexual something or another" I don't remember exactly, kay? But it's in the Wellbeing section, and it's all about sex. So we get a lot of people coming in, ducking their heads, pulling up their hoods and their collars and trying to blend into the stacks while they peruse. It's not a big section - it doesn't take long to peruse in. But they are more mortified of what other people would think, seeing them in the sex section (which isn't even a full shelf, so honestly, they could be looking at other books) than concerned about finding their book. Which I understand. I would probably be embarrassed about it to.
But I had a customer today who was wandering the store looking lost, so I asked him if I could help him. He looked at me, then down one of the aisles, then went to the other side of the store going "Uhm...uhm..." then looked back at me, then down at one of the aisle again, all the while going a darker shade of magenta.
"I'm going to make your day difficult." He told me.
"Oh?" I asked. I thought he had a three-foot long list of books to find or something.
He nodded, not really looking at me. "Do you...have any books on kama sutra?"
I showed him where the section was and as I was walking away he said, "See! Now you're embarrassed!"
I really wasn't. But he was. He was still red by the time he came up to pay for his book. Poor fella.
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