You know what’s wrong with the world?
It’s the fact that every time I go to clothing stores, there’s always one saleslady who’s gonna come near me and watch my every move and ask me if I’m looking for something and consequently make me lose my self-esteem and sweat my armpits up to the point wherein it’s too uncomfortable to even stay in said clothing store.
But in bookstores, NO ONE approaches me. NO ONE asks me if I’m looking for something. And I’m always looking for a particular book.
Yesterday, I went to the bookstore and I went to the customer service after trying to look for something on the shelves.
me: Hi, meron po kayong copy ng “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakauer?
fat lady: In to Da While by Johnny Crackers?
me: Into the Wild po. By Jon Krakauer.
fat lady: Into the Wild? By John Crackawers?
me: Sige, thank you po.
I would have written down the author and book title, but (trust me when I say this) my handwriting sucks. And I didn’t want to be the one at fault.
And once that woman tries to read “Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer” in my handwriting, she’d be convinced that she was right with “In to Da While by Johnny Crackers” all along.
I give up on life.
