Borders

I’m sitting in the cafe area trying, and failing, to not look like the kind of jack ass who goes to chain bookstore cafes and sits around for hours with a laptop. From here I can see the Humor section. There’s a book over there, and you could probably find it at our own Borders, called Penis Book. It has a hole in the middle. I’m going to assume there’s a “hilarious” image on each page.

I’m tempted to buy the book just for the awkward silence between myself and the cashier.

And then for the more awkward silence when I return it the next day, obviously disappointed.

And then, when I see an employee restock it, I’ll know Borders is the kind of place that’ll put a book on their shelves despite having cause to believe a penis was all over it.

Enjoy touching anything in public, everyone!