Pedant
Laura and I visited one of those quaint old fashion brick-and-mortar book stores this weekend. While I was there I remembered there was a certain cookbook I’ve been looking for. I saw the book somewhere and made a note about it on my trusty iPhone.
The cookbook section at Barnes and Noble is fucking huge and apparently organized by retarded sea monkeys. I was able to reduce the selection in half by ignoring any books with Rachel Ray or Bobby Flay’s dumb faces on the cover, but I still couldn’t locate the book. Laura found a computer kiosk which told her the book was in stock and even pointed us to the right section: COOKBOOKS. Ok, not entirely useful but at least we knew our search wasn’t in vain.
After a few more minutes of fruitless wandering Laura went in search of an actual store employee. Actually I believe her exact words were “I am going to find someone to fucking find this book for us”. She came back moments later with a defeated look upon her face. This was how her conversation went:
Laura: I’m looking for this book. Your kiosk says its in stock but we can’t find it.
Employee: Oh. Well the book is in stock but it was a special order for a customer. I can order a copy for you if you like.
Laura: So then its not really in stock.
Employee: No, its in stock. We have the book.
Laura: But you can’t sell it to me.
Employee: Right.
Laura: So its not in stock!
Employee: Yes it is.
And this is why people order books from Amazon. For the curious, this is the book I was looking for.
