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“No, I didn’t. I mean, I looked at the book and knew I wouldn’t like it, so I picked up something else. You should read that one. It’s great,” the self-proclaimed people pleaser says. Here I thought I had coasted the seven seas and would never again feel the glee of amusement. It’s no surprise his name rhymes with smart.

A couple of days ago, I recommended a book to one of my customers. The Picture of Dorian Gray. He said he’d read it. He said he’d also read my blog. A week goes by, and he comes back and tells me he looked at the book, realized he wouldn’t like it, bought something else, and then recommended I read what he’s reading.

I’m quite thrilled. This proclaimed people pleaser has a lot of backbone for someone who’s always bending down to other people. It’s not an insult that he judged the book by its cover and therefore me. He had the faint idea that he could recommend something to me. 

As an act of God, I went to the store and found the book he was talking about. As soon as I went to grab it, it dropped. I tried to pick it up but my shoes kissed it, and stomped on it and kicked it and it slid right under the shelf. I walked out of the store with nothing. No surprise my name rhymes with rash.