Mark's Stories. The Magic Bookstore Clerk

[fallenpegasus]

A decade and change ago, when I was an undergrad student, I walked in one day to the university bookstore, went up to the information desk, and talked to the clerk there, and had a conversation that went something like this:

Mark: There is this book, that I wanted... but I forgot what it was.
Clerk: I've got it right here. (hands me the book)
Mark: Thank you. I'll pay for it now. (hands her my credit card)
Clerk: Thanks! (runs the card, prints the receipt, etc) There you go!
Mark: Thanks!


There was a guy nearby who watched and overheard this transaction, who looked really really confused.

What he didn't know, was that the clerk was my sister, wyckhurst, and we had talked about that book the night before.

Sadly, I don't remember which book it was...