Some guy comes to the job and is buying an assload of rare books today. He's chatting it up with one of the Rare Books people and I can't help but laugh at the convo.

Customer: I have arthritis and I'm 33 years old. I knew it was raining today cos I felt it in my bones.

RB Employee: Uh huh. (to me) Make sure you double bag the books or something okay?

Me: Uh huh.

Customer: I think I might be a lycan. Bit by something. A vampire maybe. Wouldn't that be cool? (proceeds to go on about being a lycan)

Me: Oh my Jesus.

Customer: I love your watch.

Me: Why thank you. (eyes narrow)

I finish the sale and my manager says, "I hate that guy. Fucking Ryan Adams." I play dumb and ask, "what, does he sing or something?"  Muahahaha. Bear in mind, I just know his name and nothing else only because it's similar to Bryan Adams who I love to death.  If I didn't know better he would've been written off as another trustafarian with a silver Amex buying rare books cos it's the 'in' thing now. Seersucker jackets, stringly unwashed hair and Urkel glasses and all.