People stare at me all the time. No, it isn't because I have something in my teeth or food smeared on my face. Apparently it isn't normal to buy 100's of books at a time. Who knew?
I travel near and far to find books for my shop. I run into all sorts of people who all react very differently to what they are witnessing. I have started to name the most common characters...
The Jealous Reader: As I am grabbing books (a lot of books), I get disgusted looks from other readers who are annoyed with the amount that I am taking. I see them start to move faster as they look through the titles, as if it is a race. Luckily, I have not encountered a time where we both grabbed the same book. I can only imagine a brutal brawl like Walmart on Black Friday will ensue. Stay tuned.
The Bubble Buster: There should never be a need to reach across another human to grab a book. I shouldn't feel your hot breath on my cheek. However, it never fails, at least once a week my personal space is invaded.
The knowledgable Reader: As I grab a book because it has a beautiful spine... "Oh, do you like Agatha Christy?". I slowly look up hoping the question isn't directed at me. Yup. She is staring right at me. Unfortunately, I have nothing intelligent to provide to the conversation. I do however recognize certain authors always have ugly books. That counts for something doesn't it?
The Pissed Off Cashier: I am not sure what is worse. Trying to navigate tight aisles with a cart full of books that seem to weigh two tons or the groan and frown of the cashier as I round the corner (typically slowly and almost always bumping into things). They hate me.
I have actually had a cashier tell people behind me to go first. Granted, I do this already if the person only has a few items...five people is pushing it though.
The Friendly Old People: They come in with their spouse, watch me curiously for awhile and then ask me if I read them all. I tell them about my business and they listen intrigued. Some even ask to help carry some for me. Don't worry, I never let them. They are my favorite.
I could fill a hundred pages talking about my different experiences and the people I encounter. However, it is the most relaxing part of my job. It's typically quiet and I enjoy the hunt.
There is something romantic about used books. You wonder how many people turned the page. Did they cry? How much work went into writing it? My favorite part...the general beauty of the book.
The not so romantic part? Driving back to the office, my SUV shocks screaming and the back end weighed down because I filled it way over payload...then hauling them all down a flight of stairs...but boy do they look good!