apparently booksellers can't be college graduates.

A man approaches the counter.
"So, Kate," he says, looking at my name tag, "Do you go to BU?"
"No, I don't," I say, brightly.
[I'm actually thinking, "I really hate it when people use my name. I hate this fucking name tag. I hate when people LOOK at my NAME TAG and say, 'Do you work here?' BECAUSE SERIOUSLY? No! I actually don't! I just think this is a REALLY pretty thing to hang jauntily around my neck. Sorry it isn't a nautical knot. Cheerio! Oh wait. This ISN'T it an accessory you'd like to own?] Bloody hell. So silly of me.

"Good for you!" he says, rousing me from my bitterness. Okay? Good for me? Is he a BC fan?
I continue sorting my books as Jeanne rings him up. Cause Jeanne is seriously the most patient person I've ever met. I worship at her feet.

"So, Kate! What are your hopes and dreams? What are you going to do for yourself without a college education?"
Oh. Oh no he didn't.
I snap my head up. And I start to squeak.

"I HAVE a college education! I have a MASTER'S degree!" I say this with the shrilly-squeaky voice I get when I'm really, really irritated. I know my eyes are really wide and my brow is VERY furrowed.
"Oh? Where did you go?"
"MOUNT HOLYOKE." I violently grab a bunch of books and stomp off.

Jeanne reported that his next comment was, "I think I offended Kate."

Really? HOW ON EARTH would he have gotten that idea?