The emperor Charlemagne falls in love with Fastrada. The dudes that run his court (read bureaucrats and leaders of the emperors realm) are a little worried. The emperor is neglecting the state, as his love is his all. The chick dies, but the dudes love for the lady does not falter. He embalms her (eew) and leaves the body in his bed to lay by his side, while he does some sick shit with the body (double eew). The archbishop (asshole religious leader) is convinced of evil enchantment and orders his minions (probably his procurator) to investigate. Lo and behold the minion finds a ring under the tongue of the dead lady (note to self efficient minions need to be procured for any evil world domination plan – Hitler had Goebbels, or was it Himmler? I forget but it is irrelevant, really). The bishop hides his ring in a secret place (subject to interpenetration-that autocorret error was intentional ) and the emperor falls in love the archbishop (triple eew). The bishop is alarmed-was the emperor too old to be an alter boy? (bad pun intended) and throws the ring into a lake. The emperor falls in love with the lake, now this is really a happier ending (than an old dude who digs old men in frocks that don hats or a dead chicks), right?
What has this bloody weird tale with a fucking ring have to do with An Independent bookstore in Bangalore which just had its best day of sales ever?
Tale of a fucking ring, love story right?
A family from Bangalore south walked in to the store last weekend and our interaction went a little like this.
We ask the folks if they need any help, they say the kids are looking for books, we ask the kids if they need help, they smile and say no they are fine. The son picks up a second hand copy of the super awesome The lord of the rings trilogy J. R. R. Tolkien. The price of the book was about fifty percent of a new copy. The man asks for a discount (which is fine, we explain our policy) he then says that is too much in a day and age where books are sold by the kilo.
Under normal circumstances that statement would have been enough to have us flip the fuck out, but somehow that did not happen.
South Bangalore book lover vs downtown bookseller