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I’m slowly whittling down the pile and slowly getting everything together. I worked late tonight, and then ran errands, one of which was stopping by the bookstore to pick up occupational devices for the pending trip. Turning up the sci-fi aisle I was abruptly stopped by an unexpected road block; a woman of considerable size firmly parked in the middle of the floor. Standing nearby was her significant other other...of equally considerable size. They were discussing a phone call he had just finished and were both semi annoyed with whom ever had been on the other end. Each was dressed in black but I wouldn’t classifiy either as ‘goth’...more gamer geek. I pondered over books that weren’t what I wanted thinking she’d get up or he’d step aside, instead another man moved up the aisle speaking as he came and they all ignored me. Finally I stepped behind her...our combined sizes filling the aisle nearly past capacity. She neither leaned forward nor stopped speaking and my ‘excuse me’ didn’t even earn a look. Again I pondered over books I wasn’t interested in, the shelf I wanted was blocked by the chatty guy. They were talking about writing; the woman had written a book but complained that as the story kept changing in her mind so she didn’t think it would ever end. Besides, she couldn’t seem to find the publishers contact information. The chatty man was only too happy to share all he knew of such things but was interrupted by the couple’s cell phone and the woman’s announcement that she was not only hungry but had spent too much time in the floor. With a great deal of groaning and an ‘ow-ow-ow’ mantra she lurched to her feet, collected her man and pushed past me out of the aisle. For a moment I thought chatty guy would carry on with me but he muttered something about the store not having as many authors as they used to and wandered off. With the aisle to myself I could now search for my book ... ya know, the one that wasn’t in stock - argh!