I thought life would have slowed down after the write-a-thon ended. Not a chance. The bookstore is down three people in the café, which by necessity is now being staffed by book clerks.
I worked the front counter for a few hours this morning. It was fun. It’s been a long time since I rang up customers and did used book trades. Maria and I went on a rampage around the counter, cleaning up and reorganizing. There is always so much to do in the front of the store. Four hours went by fast.
I saw people that I haven’t seen in months, or even years. Several expressesd surprise at seeing me. I think they thought I had left, since most of the time I’m chained back in the office, slaving away at the computer.
Dinah’s vet walked in the door with an armload of books from the cart outside. “I hate this place,” she said, set the books down on the counter, and went browsing for more.
“Try working here,” is always my response; working in a bookstore is dangerous. I didn’t ring up her sale, but I don’t think she made it out for less than $50.
It was a nice change of pace from the usual routine. That’s going to start up again Monday morning. But until then, I’m going to catch up on my reading and my writing.
