Entitled Jackass From New York: "Hey, I haven't been in here in twenty years. Where are this week's books?"
Me: "Welcome back. Our back wall is all our recent issues, and we have a list of this week's releases right behind me here."
EJFNY: "They aren't lined up by week?"
Me: "Nope. We don't have the space."
EJFNY: "My store just lines them up so I can bap bap bap bap bap."
Me: "Well, we don't have the space to do that. But there's a list behind me. And if you pick up your comics I can tell you which are from this week, and which aren't."
EFJNY: "Well, then I'm going to accidentally buy books I already have."
Me: "Can't help you there. All I can do is tell you when a book you've picked up is from a previous week."
EFJNY: "You need to change the layout of your store."
Me: "We. Don't. Have. The. Space. And this has been working for us for over forty years. You are first person I've ever heard complain about this."
EFJNY: "Well, I can't deal with this."
Leaves the store.
I start angrily typing.
Random Loiterer: "Did that guy just came in and complain to you that he is too lazy to remember which comics he already owns?"
Me: "I didn't even think of that."
Because I was imagining the poor people in his regular store, having to interact with him every week, and theorizing how I could beat that guy to death with a hammer in exchange for them beating one of our annoying irregulars with a hammer, and how we could provide alibis for each other.
But I slowly put the hammer down. No. No. I released it. Newly. This week. This week's new release is a hammer, laid down gently.