Home for Lunch

Okay, I'm home for lunch and I'm so irritated it's going to take all my strength to go back to work. Two really annoying interactions happened right before I left.

First, Hanley was checking two guys out and asked if they had any discounts with us. They asked if we had a military discount. She looked over at me and I shook my head, then went back to my work. One guy looked at the other, nodded to me, and goes "Fucking liberal." What the hell does that even MEAN? Because my huge corporate bookstore doesn't give a military discount, I'm a fucking liberal? I mean, I am liberal, but the whole thing just pisses me off. That's quite a leap from "no we don't give a military discount" to "fucking liberal," which insinuates in this context that I don't support the military. Which I absolutely do. Whatever, fuck them.

So then two minutes later this guy comes up to me and asked where we keep the NY Times bestsellers. I explained that we have our own bestseller wall but they are nearly identical. He said, "No, they are not, because the book I want isn't on it." I asked him for the name and got out the old NYT book reviews I keep for situations such as this. The book, called "The Covenant" was nowhere to be found and he kept insisting it was there. I looked up "The Covenant" in the computer, which took forever as single word searches tend to do, which I explained to him (this point comes into play in a minute). I read off the names of the authors and he finally says, "The author's name is Tavis Smiley."
Okay. First of all--why didn't he tell me that first? And secondly, Tavis Smiley's book is called "The Covenant with Black America." I say, "Oh, you mean 'The Convenant with Black America."
"Well, that's the rest of the title," he says.
What. the. hell. Was that fun for him? CAUSE IT CERTAINLY WASN'T FOR ME.
(And that book hasn't been on the bestseller list for at least five months, by the way.)