Simple pleasures
I spent part of the afternoon in a bookstore, on what amounted to a prepaid trip. We’d bought some books for son #3 recently, only to find out that he had the collection on the shelf already, so the store did what made good business sense. They issued us a credit…
I went in with no clear shopping goals and came out with a book written by a colleague, a book by David Suzuki in translation, two of the early works of St-Exupery (his career was not limited to Le Petit Prince) and a work dealing with stories about L’Ile d’Orleans, just south of us.
As the clerk mentioned, while she recorded my sales in longhand on sheets of foolscap, I’d made quite a haul. In my next life, I’d like to bring their inventory control into the last century, but that’s for another time.
