An Evening at Deseret Book

I'm not sure that I'm going to be able to pull this off. I have a story to tell from the bookstore, but I don’t know that telling it here is going to be as funny as it was at the store last night. It might not be funny here at all, but at the risk of great failure, I'm going to give it a try.

Last night Melanie, Elise, Tom and I were working on a little project. For those of you who remember Terry O'Brien, Tom is her husband. He's Scottish, speaks with a great accent, and is a bit of a character. We were trying to hang a poster from the ceiling to advertise a movie that will soon be released on DVD. The poster has plastic sticks that run along the top and bottom so that it will hang straight. I had one of those sticks and wasn't being very careful with it and almost hit Tom in the eye. Melanie, who was up on a ladder, hollered about me almost taking Tom's eye out, and then she said, "Tom, it's too bad you didn't loose your eye because then you could wear an eye patch!" Too bad indeed. Tom didn't think he could pull off an eye patch, but the rest of us assured him that he could. I said that it would make him look mysterious and adventurous.

Then Tom said very seriously, "I've always thought that if I needed a glass eye, I would just go with an eye patch."

Elise, "Hey, my grandpa has a glass eye!"

Melanie, "So does mine!"

Then there was lots of that giggling that girls do, and Elise said, "It's just funny because Melanie and I are constantly finding all of these things that we have in common, and this is another one.”

I'm thinking to myself, "We're actually having a conversation about glass eyes." Of course I was laughing through all of it, and then said, "The best part is that Tom said he'd go with an eye patch as if he'd honestly given serious thought to the patch vs. glass eye issue." He told us again that he'd rather have a patch, and I agreed that glass eyes are creepy, which made Melanie and Elise come to the defense of their glass eye wearing grandfathers.

We've had lots of random and weird conversations at that store, and this is definitely one of the best.

Later we were putting away games on the games shelf, and had boxes of cards that go along with a game called, "Hold to the Rod". Melanie and I were handing the boxes to Elise, who stacked them on the shelf. She said with great feeling, "Together we're building a wall of Hold to the Rod." I'd never felt so good about myself.

This reminds me of another night when we were putting away games, and I was complaining loudly about the fact that we had way too many and no room for them. Elise got after me. "Angie, you should just be grateful that we get the opportunity to spread the gospel through games." I faked repentance. She was being sarcastic, of course. That girl really is funny.

This is why I still work at Deseret Book. Well, this and the money. You can't find such quality entertainment anywhere else.