The other day an old wrinkly smelly chick buying a handle of Gordon's vodka & a pack of Camel non-filters looked at my copy of Persuasion set aside at the register & said in a voice not unlike Marge Simpson's sisters, "That's a weird book to have at this place." Just because I chuse (as Jane might write it) to work part time at the store around the corner from my house, doesn't mean I'm a moron. Grrrrr.....
Most shocking was that she could read at all. I gave her a nasty look.