It's been an epically slow day. Partially due to a lack of foot traffic, partially due to a nosebleed that went on longer than a Law & Order marathon.
Five minutes before we closed, of course, an occasional loiterer came in. I warned him I was about to close, and worked on entering some paperwork.
When the time was up, he said "I noticed in Previews that there's a book called Evil Heroes. If it's coming out this week, I'd like to buy it."
"Well," I said, "there is an issue coming out on Wednesday, but it's spoken for. We only get one copy, and we have one subscriber. So I could order you one but it won't be in by Wednesday."
"Could I look at it?" he asked, it being five minutes past when I should have closed.
"Quickly, sure. But I can't sell it to you, and I have to close the store soon."
"Ok." he said.
I leafed through the pile of incoming comics, and handed him our lone copy. "Be careful of the table," I said, "it--"
And then he leaned full force on the table, knocking over every single book that comes out next week.
"Oh, this isn't what I thought it would be."
No apology. No acknowledgement that he'd just knocked hundreds of comics and books on the floor.
"I have to close. Now."
"I tend to only like indie comics these days. I'm not much of a mainstream guy."
"Interesting." I lied. "I have to close the store now and pick up all these books you knocked over."
"Ok. Are you reading any interesting indie books?" He asked, not moving toward the door.
"No." I said, pulling the door off of the magnet that keeps it open all day, and flipping the sign to Closed.
"Oh, you only like mainstream stuff."
"I only read True Crime stories. They speak to me. Anyway, I need to close. Have a night."
"Do you usually close this early?" He asked.
"Our hours are posted on the outside of the door. Bye."
"Oh ok." He said, walking into the hall. "I guess you really want to leave."