Actual Borders Bookseller/Bookbuyer Conversation

[Bookseller is breaking Borders SOP by reading White Noise while listening to Bromst when he should be shelving shiny mystery books]

[Enter Bookbuyer.]

Bookseller: How ya doin'?

Bookbuyer: Perfect

Bookseller: Perfect?

Bookbuyer: Nobody's perfect.

Bookseller: What?

Bookbuyer: Nobody's perfect.

Bookseller: Oh. I like the absurdity you bring to this interaction.

Bookbuyer: Ha! Now, that's an absurd thing to say.

Bookseller: More meta, really.

Bookbuyer: Right.

[Bookbuyer places the Money Issue of the New Yorker on the brackish marble counter]

Bookseller: That'll be $4.23. Where are you going?

Bookbuyer: Where are any of us going?

Bookseller: Down to death. The Greeks knew it. The Jews knew it. And since then all human endeavor has been an effort to make us forget about it.

Bookbuyer: [Pays] I think about it everyday.

Bookseller: That's why we're the way we are.

[Register cacophony. Receipt tears.]

Bookseller: I'll probably blog about this later.

Bookbuyer: Weird. Cya!

Bookseller: Cya!

[Exeunt]