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2017 Wall Calendar (Includes a page with grids of Sept.-Dec. 2016)
Today, I bought my first 2017 wall calendar. I buy a few each year, to “redecorate” the apartment.
The bookstore clerk who handled the transaction didn’t find it especially awkward, until I made it awkward.
I don’t recall the exact words, but I said something to the effect that I wanted the calendar for the beautiful New York City Transit images. And they are lovely.
How embarrassing. The man at the counter was a bookstore employee, for goodness sake. Couldn’t I have just admitted I wanted a book-themed calendar on my wall? He knew. I was the one who stupidly called attention to the calendar’s sexy appeal, by suggesting I hadn’t even noticed the books.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The clerk and I found the whole thing terribly embarrassing. The poor guy’s probably thinking about quitting his job now, and it’s unlikely I’ll be showing my face in that store again for a long time.
When we shop at Victoria’s Secret, do we deny that we wear underwear? Of course not. It’s just a matter of behaving respectfully with people who have to tolerate the asshat public. In a bookstore, I shouldn’t have tried to hide an interest in reading.
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