Comrade: We have mail from the landlord. Should I open it?
Me: Sure.Is it about the annual bugspraying?
Comrade: (sends photo).
Landlord: Thank you for your continued tenancy. We have checked out ledgers, and wanted to inform you that you have earned a credit on your next month's rent. Provided you pay your July rent on time, you can deduct $3.03 from your next payment.
Me: BRING BACK THE GUILLOTINE!!!!
Me: Some creepy guy has been standing outside all day, starting at The Virgin Mary statue across the street.
Coworker: That's no good.
I start to think about how to contact the proper mental health department. Coworker picks up his phone.
Coworker: Oh. He's fine. The statue is a pokestop. I think there's a new release today.
I have missed my real life calling. Excuse me while I retire from comic book store management to write copy for stuffed animal websites.
Many of the people who came out to stores on the first day retail was open in MA were exactly the people nobody in retail wanted to see. Aggressive, arguing about mask policies, not respecting social distancing, not actually buying anything, just there to remind employees that people, at their core, are terrible.
This weekend, however, has been an absolute delight so far. Lots of parents with kids who are excited about being able to rejoin society (such as society is), everyone with masks and optimism.
So far, my favorite interaction was a mom and her eightish year old kid. She had told him not to get too excited, and to carefully look at the books unti he knew exactly which one he wanted.
Less than ten seconds later I heard. "OH MY GOD! THEY HAVE AN 'I AM KIRK' BOOK! THIS IS THE GREATEST STORE EVER. WE HAVE TO GET THIS RIGHT NOW!"
It was the mom.
Today was our first day open since the quarantine order in March, and all of our customers were great. We even started the day with a mom who called looking to loiter with her kids and have them read graphic novels, and she specifically stated that they would all be wearing masks, so I had high hopes.
Unfortunately, they didnt show up. But we did have a man who came in looking for Grateful Dead posters announce that he used to live in Beverly fifty years ago "when it was better", and announce that, since we didn't have a public bathroom, "I guess you just want to see a 72 year old man shit in the street."
I didn't. And still don't.
But it did feel like some of the old Harvard Square/Quincy magic had ill breezed through the otherwise wonderful store.