Bookshops I’ve found, bring in a large variety of people and this is especially true in an airport. It was earlier today my colleagues and I were discussing Erotica, that genre of book which is neither romance or porn, but somewhere in between, just without the pictures.
Anyway, I was busy doing my bookshop duties (which includes day dreaming about the books I want to borrow) when a customer comes up to me and asks, “Do you have books on sex?”
It took me about five seconds to fully process this information and I wasn’t sure if I had heard him correctly, so I just assumed I heard him say the s.e.x word. I asked him what age group he wanted (I’m talking educational sex books here – not books on how to be a peado!) and he just replied again with, “Sex books.”
“Sex books?” I reply, just trying to confirm he is in fact telling me he wants a sex book and also because I’m a little bit mean and enjoy other people’s discomfort.
“Yes, yes, sex books, dirty sex books.”
“Ahh,” I say. “You want erotica. This way please.”
Is it wrong that it made my day?