Recently, I stopped by the local chain bookstore to pick up a small supply of bookplates. (They are those little slips of labels pre-printed with “From the Library of—,” “Ex Libris,” or “This Book Belongs to—”).
I didn’t have much time to browse that section of the store when the clerk insisted that he help me.
Well, that is, until I said I needed bookplates.
A puzzled look immediately overtook his happy demeanor, whereupon I proceeded to describe them.
He still had a blank look.
I further described them.
Notwithstanding, a blank look was set upon his face. He spoke into his squawk box to ask “someone” else in the store.
“Nope. I guess we don’t carry them,” was his assertion.
Now the puzzled look fell upon my face. This is a bookstore, I thought, and they don’t carry bookplates?
I thanked him and left the store to shop in the mall. That nagging feeling stayed with me while I was in the other stores. I just knew they carried those bookplates at the bookstore. So, when I was finished shopping, I returned to the bookstore and made a beeline for the stationery section.
And wouldn’t you know it? There they were on a spinning display, waiting for me to pick the one I wanted with my initial!
When I went up to the counter to pay for them, the clerk had that unmistakable look of blissful revelation wash upon his face.
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “How idiotic of me. I know what these are. Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” I replied. “Bookplates probably aren’t a usual purchase in these days of electronic books and other virtual publications!”
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