Stranded at the Bookstore

So years ago I posted this on my blog and the other day the picture came up on my Facebook Memories/On This Day, and it jogged a memory of something that happened years ago.

Time to go back…

My final year in college I was on the History Journal. It was a two credit class and we put on our own history journal, choosing papers, editing, designing, and putting it all together.

Out of all those in the class, a fellow member, Steve, and I went to speak to the printer. We went and met with the man, but everything with him in regards to me seemed off.

Hmmm…something’s not right

You know that feeling, when someone pays too close attention to you, is too helpful, just too of everything. It’s nothing direct, but ladies, and some men I’m sure, you know what I’m talking about.

He kept offering me drinks, even after I said that I didn’t drink-assuring me that he had nice cold beer and other things.

For the thousandth time

We had to pause for a moment, while Steve took a phone call. His wife had an emergency and he had to go help her-leaving me there and without a ride.

That is not good,

I stepped aside and called my friend Elaine, who agreed to pick me up but she was doing something and wouldn’t be able to come for hours.

Steve hurried out as his wife needed him, and I finished up with the printer. Sitting and having that man stare at me…I don’t know to explain it. It was like this feeling came over me that I needed to leave now, I needed to just go. I needed to get away from this man-who once again tried to offer me beer or wine and was just too much all in my space.

And run fast NOW!

I handed the USB over, concluded the business, and left as soon as I could. The only problem was that now I was stuck in the next city over for a couple of hours, stranded until my friend could come get me. All I could think was I have no clue what to do.

Bit then I remembered, not too much of a walk away was a bookstore. I didn’t know the hours, but there was a restaurant nearby if it was closed that I could wait at.

Luckily the bookstore was open, and I was able to wait there reading until my friend came and got me. She ended up having to stay longer, as her appointment went over, so I had to be there much longer.

Thank goodness for the bookstore!

Later, Steve did text me and apologized that he had to leave. He was worried as he didn’t feel the man’s attentions were right and wanted to make sure I was okay. I completely understood- wife needed you takes precedence over everything else.

When we had to go back, I voiced my concerns, and how I would prefer someone else taking care of it. Our professor was upset about it as she felt I wasn’t being professional and when she asked if the guy had actually done anything, I had to admit no he hadn’t.

However, Steve thankfully backed me up and stressed that it wasn’t just “a feeling” but he had witnessed it too. She then said she would take care of it and I wouldn’t have to go back.

Yay!!!

All I can say is thank goodness for that bookstore. And in case you were wondering, I did buy something when I was there, I just couldn’t resist.

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I Must Stay Strong

So the other day I went to the bookstore, and you know how much I love that.

But this time I had a plan. I had far too many books at home that I had yet to read; so I wasn’t going to buy myself anything, just birthday shop for my friend.

But then when I started looking I found all these books half off.

So I grabbed a bunch I liked along with some potentials for my friend. But then I looked at the bargain books. They were beautiful hardcover classics and oh, my I wanted them all.

So there I was with stacks of books, looking and wanting them all.

Nothing else I seem to have this problem, except with books.

But then reality hit me. I already needed more shelf space, and really have books spilling everywhere.

So I did one of the hardest things, I had to put some of the books back.

Instead I bought one book, a selection of stories from One Thousand and One Nights, in a beautiful hardcover book for only $8.

I then bought a copy of Tarzan of the Apes for $2.50; a steal of a deal.

But then I had to do something with all the books I wasn’t taking home. So I stacked them on top of each other and carried them around the store putting them back. One of the employees saw me and asked if I needed a cart, but said no I was putting things back. He was worried about me carrying so many. But I was like I work in a library, I do heavy lifting like this all the time.

Because you know, that’s how I roll.

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Walk My Way

So I have bad depth perception:

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I Cannot Live Without You

This is so, so, so, so, so, so me. I can’t live without books. They are my essence, my air, my life, etc.

Books are so much a part of me, they are a fraction of my soul. I’d die without them.

Seriously!

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Stranded for Good

I read this book  once about a girl getting stranded in the library and I used to hope something like that would happen to me. Being stranded in a library or bookstore may sound crazy to some but:

Like in the movie The Day After Tomorrow, when they are all trapped in the library, that would be absolutely perfect for me.

I mean except for the deathly, freezing temperatures; that’s like a dream come true.

Yep that would be pure bliss.

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