regalia

I was particularly tired today because I felt the need to watch the "Veronica Mars" season finale three times in a row. It was SO good, and so much happened. So suddenly it was 3:30am and I was still all wired and giddy. When did TV get this good? It pleases me, though, to have something other than books to really make me think. Or laugh ("The Office"). Or say, "Huh?" a hundred times ("Lost"). I just really like smart writing.

BIble lady has been in rare form recently. Apparently she's going to come into a LOT of money. And do you know how? From eating the Bible! God is going to reward her. I'm not kidding.
I'm going to extract some more information and report back with a full post. Because believe me, she deserves one all to herself.

I think Brian and I have about reached our breaking points on being a talking store directory, because it's gotten to the point that no matter how someone says, "Where can I pick up my cap and gown?" we say, "Fourth floor" quickly and then burst into laughter. It's just, people are so weird about asking, and approach us in such perverse ways. Some lurk quietly around the register. Some stomp right up. And some have the most confused look on their face, like they've never set foot in a bookstore before, let alone their college bookstore that has all the books for all their classes from the last four years. (And yes, it's possible to order online, etc, but this isn't a typical college bookstore. It's five floors, it's above a central T-stop, and it holds up the Citgo sign.)

"Um, I have to buy this stuff? To like graduate in? They said I could like get it here?"
"Fourth floor."

"Where can I purchase my regahhhhhhlia?"
"Fourthfloor."

"I need a tassel."
"fourthfloorfourthfloorfourthfloooooooooooooor."

Luckily for us, textbook buyback is ALSO on the fourth floor. If the bathroom were there, we would have a perfect trifecta. But, alas, sometimes we must say, "Second floor." It really throws a wrench into the rhythm.

Brian started putting different inflections on the words. "FOURTH floor. Fourth FLOor. FOOOOUrth FLOOrrr."
This is how we get through our days with a shred of sanity.
Or by seeing how many pieces of the free gum samples we can fit in our mouths. Actually, that was just Brian, and he didn't last too long. Something about making it hard to actually talk to people.
And god forbid that we can't direct people to the fourthfloorfourthfloorfourthfloor.
Fourth. Floor.
Where all your dreams will come true.