More evidence that I'm a clueless retard:
I was at Barnes and Noble to get new books. When I had a rather sizeable stack, I sat down and was reading the first few pages of each to sample them. Just minding my own business, oblivious to everything around me.
While I was reading one book (I forget the title), this random girl started talking to me about it. She had apparently ben sitting next to me for quite some time but I hadn't noticed. So I get into a conversation with her about the author, whom I had never heard of before but was one of her favorites. Then we talk about other authors, then about other stuff. We must have talked for a good twenty minutes.
So she gives me her phone number. Neither of us had any spare scraps of paper, so she wrote it on the inside of the book that had initiated the conversation.
After she left, I read the remainder of the books. I only liked two of them, so I got some more and did the same thing. After about an hour, hour and a half, I had about five books which I liked. I bought them, went home, no big deal.
Upon arriving home, I realized that I hadn't purchased the book with the girl's phone number in it.
Instead, I had forgotten all about it. I drove back to get it, but it, and all the other books I hadn't liked, were gone. Maybe if I hadn't left it with six or seven other books, the employee's might not have noticed it for a while. But I did, so they did.
There's probably a moral or something to be learned here.
I was at Barnes and Noble to get new books. When I had a rather sizeable stack, I sat down and was reading the first few pages of each to sample them. Just minding my own business, oblivious to everything around me.
While I was reading one book (I forget the title), this random girl started talking to me about it. She had apparently ben sitting next to me for quite some time but I hadn't noticed. So I get into a conversation with her about the author, whom I had never heard of before but was one of her favorites. Then we talk about other authors, then about other stuff. We must have talked for a good twenty minutes.
So she gives me her phone number. Neither of us had any spare scraps of paper, so she wrote it on the inside of the book that had initiated the conversation.
After she left, I read the remainder of the books. I only liked two of them, so I got some more and did the same thing. After about an hour, hour and a half, I had about five books which I liked. I bought them, went home, no big deal.
Upon arriving home, I realized that I hadn't purchased the book with the girl's phone number in it.
Instead, I had forgotten all about it. I drove back to get it, but it, and all the other books I hadn't liked, were gone. Maybe if I hadn't left it with six or seven other books, the employee's might not have noticed it for a while. But I did, so they did.
There's probably a moral or something to be learned here.
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Vandalism would not be frowned upon in a scenario of that sort . Oooops...I seem to have ripped off part of the cover .
Oh well . Chin up old bean . Put a bandage on that wound and back in the trenches . Look for me out there amidst the carnage . I'll be the guy with the band-aid covering the sucking chest wound ( On a side note : Isn't it redundant to call it a SUCKING chest wound ? Wouldn't pretty much ANY chest wound suck ?