Being delusional grandiose fucks has its benefits, we dubbed our selves a book republic while starting the store. Why? Well in the true spirit of the word republic we would find an ideal place where individuals matter. If you are wondering how the last seven years the republic has been influenced, read a little further.
Bring your fucking pre-loved books.
On this day of Eid we have had a couple of interactions with customers at the store which for the lack of a better word have to be classified as plain weird…
You might want to read to this music for mood (It was playing in the background when this played out)
Sometimes being a bookkeeper is awesome, while really wanting to read something the urge to write pushes me. The problem is what the fuck am I supposed to write about? I start with the title for this post, reach the full stop and the devil and his bastard spawn walk into the store…
A part of our function of running a second hand bookstore is well, buying pre-loved books, if the quantity/description of the books is appealing, we make a house call. Here are two interactions with the people at home selling.
book buying, Mom and daughter tag teams
This just happened, a mother and her (twentish) daughter walk into the store, the lady asks if we have Elena something, Elena Ferrante? Oh, do you mean My brilliant friend from the Neapolitan trilogy? (Big wide smile from the mother, yes, please) Well we can order for a set of her books and could get it in 5 days. Oh in that case I can order for it on flipkart (fuckkart, madam. I hate this woman already) I tell her that she can order for a copy of the book from flipkart and not talk to me, seriously why are you even in a bookstore?
You get to choose which foot is gonna cause a hurtin/lovin.
Goobes 