Every so often you’ll see those cute blog posts or articles: 17 Things I Learned From Working In Bookstores and they’re always life affirming and heartwarming and shit, like
#12 Nicholas Sparks really understands people! And they love him too!
#7 Finding a copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar made that baby so happy, I cried!
They are never things like,
#5 Some people take such enormous shits, you can’t get them to go down the toilet and you know, being in there with a plunger, thinking about your college degree and extensive resume can really start you assessing the hanging yourself possibilities of the break room ceiling.
#15 You know what goes great with ramen? Fortified wine from the dollar store, that’s what.
#3 This person needs a social worker and a hefty prescription, not a bookstore clerk. Dear god I don’t believe in, please transport me to another planet, preferably one where there is help for mentally ill people, immediately.
#9 That dude with the fingernails is back with the used erotica and creepy horror novels again.