Tonight I was reading some junky celebrity story about some doctor or another who is claiming he had a gay love affair with Michael Jackson. I am clearly too lazy to figure out the whole story but reading this made me sort of wish, for about three seconds, that I could live in Hollywood. But only because of the possibilities for making money off selling stories to the tabloids. Though I do not think "Book-ish Nerd Reads At Table Next To (Insert Famous Person)" will make for a great article. I have a tendency to see things and think "I can do that!"
This is similar to the time I read a job posting seeking a fluent French-speaker and thought to my self "I wonder if I can fake fluency? How hard can it be to speak French?" Turns out, pretty hard.
I can't afford Rosetta Stone French and I hate hot weather so I guess I will try to stick it out as a bookseller in Portland, Oregon.
Work was work tonight but three things happened within the space of ten minutes that made me laugh. First a girl asked me for "that one book, Jane Ire." Then a woman asked me where the Theology was but she pronounced it thull-ull-uhgee. And then a man asked if the Navy books were "upstairs next to the kiddies." To which I thought, "Yikes! Don't say kiddie. Only registered sex offenders say kiddie."
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