I found a copy of Love The One You’re With by Emily Giffin in a used book shop my friend took me to yesterday. It’s been on my Shelfari page in the “I plan to read” section since my sophomore year of high school. Naturally, the $3.50 price tag said “BUY ME.”
“That’ll be $2,” the shop owner told me at the counter.
Our corporation-cluttered world has forgotten this authenticity.
I can’t remember the last time something this nice and unexpected happened to me at the cash register in a store. The owner even chatted with us for awhile and talked about the novel he is currently working on. Cashiers at large corporations don’t have nearly as much personality or appreciation for customers.
I try to support small businesses as much as I can. I got my hair cut at a little barber shop in town on Friday instead of stopping at the new Supercuts in the plaza half a mile away.
The owner of the book shop didn’t care about making a huge profit on my purchase. He opened the shop because he obviously has an intense love for books.
That makes me want to go back there again and again.