After Walmart, I went to the Barnes & Nobel. I wasn't exactly functioning at brain surgeon level while I was there. I wandered in and out of the stocks looking for something that would grab me. It's funny, I've been wanting to go bookshopping for weeks, but when I was there, I couldn't think of anything I wanted, other than the Sharpe novels. But I'd like to buy a collection of Sharpe. I know it's weenie of me, but I'd like a bunch of books that match if I'm going to buy a series like that. I have one book, and of course none of the editions they had there matched it. Most of them didn't match each other.
I ended up buying three books, a "Dickens" mystery (style of or featuring? I don't remember), The Red Carpet: Bangalore Stories, which was a 50bc recommendation, and that first book in the Fford Nursery Rhyme series. Janice has been encouraging me to read it for awhile.
While I was in line waiting to check out, I heard this conversation in front of me.
Guy: There's something there that says Grey's Anatomy (he points to a rack of discount books including a very nice leatherbound Grey's Anatomy)
Guy: I thought you liked that show.
Girl: Yeah, but I don't need a book on it.
I was stunned. I read overheard in nyc and mock the stupid, and people run into things like this all the time, but it's never actually happened to me that I heard someone just out of the blue say so something stupid.
Then of course, I proved what a geek I was by walking immediately to a counter so I could snap out my keyboard and write it down so I wouldn't lose it.
And my first thought was, "Wow! I can finally contribute to mock_the_stupid. Which is mockworthy in and of itself.
Anyway, when I got home, there was a HUGE box on the driveway. I carried all my purchases, and the mail, including the big box upstairs. In the big box was my epic Sharpe DVD collection. *drools over the Beany goodness* And then suddenly there it was. The lift I was waiting for. Suddenly my heart felt lighter. As I snapped open the clasps on the Bean Box of Sharpe and reverently lifted the cover, I felt the elation of a successful shopping trip. I lifted the map of Napoleonic Europe out and unfolded it. I held the dagger letter opener with the French eagle on it, testing it's considerable weight. And I thought Wow.
And boy was hoppie smug.
Didn't I tell you to buy it? He kept saying.
Yes, dear. Your kung-fu is best.
So, the shopping trip would have been just as successful if I hadn't gone, but I can live with that.
This weekend plans to be busy. Lanna is coming over sunday morning to help me review some of my data and throw it on the new external drive in preparation to putting it on the newly recreated mac of mine.