oh, London. oh, Blackwell.

So someone limped up to the bookstore counter on a crutch and demanded my attention and I had an awful moment when I saw his face looked as if someone had ripped it off. Then I had another awful moment in which I tried to contain my horror for fear of offending him. Then I recognised his hair and saw his friends behind him and realised one of my friends at the bookstore had dressed as a zombie.

He acted totally in character too, as if he was really a zombie who just wanted a book. It was fun to play along! One of his friends accused me of discrimination against zombies (Reg Shoe, anyone?) and I answered archly that he hadn't actually asked me for specific books. Then he said "Do you have any books about brains?" XDDD

Me: (in Customer Service chirpy voice) Only in the medical section--we don't have any in the cookery section I'm afraid.

FUN. A lot more fun than any of the customers I had to serve today, and not nearly as freaky as the man who fell asleep on the couch in the Language department and was out for most of the day. Sound asleep, with his hand down his pants.

XDDD I loooooooooooooooooooooove this city.