I’m lucky enough to work in a bookstore, and I’m even *luckier* that the bookstore is in an airport. No, really – I love it. We rarely ever have the same customers twice, which means we rarely get complaints. Many of the people traveling are going on a vacation, so they’re already in a pretty decent mood. I honestly love the variety of people, situations, and requests. And…we also get some fun(ny) moments as well. Things that you just never see coming, but that you’re still laughing about days later.
For example, there was a father and his son in the store a while back. Kid was maybe 8? 9? Dad said he could get a book, but the boy was MUCH more interested in getting one of the Magic 8 Balls we had for sale. (Hm. This story may age me. But for those of you unfamiliar with what a Magic 8 Ball is, I give you this link – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_8-Ball) ANYWAY. He really, really wanted this toy instead of a book. Dad, knowing they’re going to be trapped on an airplane for a while, buys him a book that had been shown the *teeniest* bit of interest, and on the way out, the kid is still wheedling for the 8 Ball. He insists that it would be more fun on the plane, and decides the best course of action is to…ask the Magic 8 Ball. He shakes it and shakes it…and shakes it some more. I think he thought the more energy he put into it, the better his outcome would be? While he’s shaking, he’s asking, “Would the Magic 8 Ball be better than a book?”. After a few final shakes, he stops and holds it still – and waits for the answer to appear. When it does, he slowly reads the response out loud….
He didn’t leave with a Magic 8 Ball that day.