Book store visit

Book store visit

Book store visit

I walked into the book store, looked around, and felt right at home. Can't think of any better place to spend a few hours, waiting to be called to go and pick Clarence up at the hospital. I dropped him off for an appointment, one that takes forever, so a book store is a better place to wait than a noisy waiting room with the telly blaring away. Can’t read or think properly.I walked over to the counter and asked for a cup of coffee, the woman behind the counter was blond, well built, outgoing; my kind of gal. She was quick, competent with the customers, seemingly enjoying her work. She came to me and I commented on how well she did her job, and asked if she was the manager. She gave me a beautiful smile and said no, she was going to college majoring in public relations. So I sez, well lady you are doing a great job, perhaps you should teach there instead of being a student. She laughed and gave me an extra portion of espresso for free! So I got my coffee, sat at a table and watched the people, a great assortment of them, all interesting, since I think only interesting people haunt book stores. Some are interesting in weird and strange ways, but hey I like them too, no chance of them being boring. Suddenly I got the feeling that my head left my body and started floating around the store, but on checking to see if it was still attached, it was, I figured it was the extra espresso taking effect.

I got up, looked at some books, read from some of them, even looked at some poetry books, strange, for I don't read much poetry, though I think I am going to start. The three hours flew by, the phone rang; it was Clarence, he was ready, so off I went, picked him up and drove home through rush hour traffic on a Friday, not a pretty sight, but hey, a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do.