the aftermath of a fight in a bookstore
originally posted May 10, 2006
A co-worker met me in Borders bookstore at lunch. “You see that fight?” I hadn’t. “Two dudes wailing on each in the entryway, really going at it!” I wished I’d seen it. Excited store employees, headsets dangling, were gathered by the entrance. The foyer is only about four feet by eight, and usually hosts shelves of discounted items, cook books and reference books. I imagined bodies slamming into the racks, cursing and tussling, teeth loosened and noses bloodied. All over whose favorite author turned the better phrase.
A co-worker met me in Borders bookstore at lunch. “You see that fight?” I hadn’t. “Two dudes wailing on each in the entryway, really going at it!” I wished I’d seen it. Excited store employees, headsets dangling, were gathered by the entrance. The foyer is only about four feet by eight, and usually hosts shelves of discounted items, cook books and reference books. I imagined bodies slamming into the racks, cursing and tussling, teeth loosened and noses bloodied. All over whose favorite author turned the better phrase.
posted by caleb d. at 5:53 AM
1 Comments:
maybe it was tyler
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