I mistakenly got into work a half hour early. The phone was already ringing.
Guy On Phone: Oh, good! You’re open.
Me: Not yet. We open at eleven. Is there anything I can help you with?
GoP: Why did you answer the phone if you’re not open?
Me: Is there anything I can help you with?
GoP: I’m looking for the Bob Dylan graphic novel.
Me: Hold on. (I check, and we don’t appear to have it.) I’m sorry. It doesn’t look like we have it in.
GoP: People have told me that before and they’ve been wrong.
Me: That sounds frustrating. You’re welcome to come in at eleven and check for yourself.
GoP: Oh, I can’t come in today. I live in Connecticut. Do you have New England Comics’ number?
Me: Sure. But they are also not in Connecticut.
Him: YES THEY ARE. THEY’RE CALLED NEW ENGLAND COMICS FOR A REASON.
Me: Sure thing, buddy. Have a Happy Father’s Day.
(New England Comics has eight stunning locations, five of them in Greater Boston, all of them in Massachusetts.)