A boy, about twelve, came in with a list of Newbery's. I helped him locate several, recommending some over others.
"Oh, these aren't for me," he said. "I'm getting them for my grandma."
"Okay," I replied. "But still, this one's better than that one."
"Eh," he shrugged, taking the book from my hands. "She's just an old lady. She won't care."
2 comments:
*mouth drops open*
*and stays there*
i would've slapped him...
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