more tales from the record store

Clearly, when a customer starts the conversation by saying "do I know you from somewhere? I don't mean that as a pick up line..." he actually means the opposite. I ended up getting stuck talking to him for 30-40 minutes. I basically got to hear his whole life story while telling the minimum about myself. At the end of it, he asked me to go to a (bad) rock show with him last night. (Thank gods I was meeting Tiff already.)

Shortly after he left, I went on break. Apparently he came back in and hung around for like 20 minutes... I think trying to see me again? Creepy. I do not need another stalker, thanks.



I also ...enjoyed the French man who yelled at me in heavily accented English: "Hey, hey HMV. She should be over here right now."


Thank all that is heavenly that I'm off today.