So today our outing was to Costco on 53rd South. I was looking for a book, and Tom and I could not find the books. "How can we be missing the books? It's a huge section." I said.
We had to ask someone and we followed the aisle and, yes, there were some books, a few books, a lot of ridiculous cartoon-like books for small children and a heap of religious books. What happened to the best sellers? The hardbacks? The book section was a fourth of its normal size.
I asked the guy at the counter, "What happened to the book section. It's shriveled up."
"Haven't you heard?" he said. "No one reads books."
"I must have been reading a book when that news came out," I said.
"What?" he asked. "I can't hear you; I'm texting."
A little humor at Costco.
The first time I ever went to Costco was when I was teaching in Hawaii. I went with Barbara and Laura in the van. I had a total agoraphobic reaction. "I can't shop here," I said going into panic mode.
And then I saw the books. "I'll stand here. Pick me up when you're finished." And they did.