I’m just saying, after all this work, I’d better not die

Even though it was pouring down rain, the Sisters went to the Barnes and Noble again today at lunch. It was the second day in a row because, dammit, we wanted our copy of Rules of a Proper Governess by Jennifer Ashley. We’re not afraid to be considered stalkers of a book store. Yesterday went badly. There wasn’t a single copy of the book to found on release day.

I was full of despair. I would have stayed up all night to read it. I’m like that with Jennifer’s books.

So today when I went I took Ava with me. I figured we’d tag team them.

We still couldn’t find a copy in the stacks, on the rounder, or in the new releases section.

Fortunately, the gentleman who helped us at the counter showed on the computer that 4 copies were in the store. Even with his help, we still couldn’t find any. I offered to put my glasses on if it would be more helpful. Another guy got involved.  Nothing like towing two hapless men around a store demanding romance books. We did all this like we usually invade a place: loudly, with much sarcasm, and like we’re channeling stand up comediennes. Imagine a blonde and a red-head version of Rodney Dangerfield and Henny Youngman.

Eventually, they both fled to the stockroom. They claimed they were going off to find our copy. Together. We were pretty sure they were just hiding back there. Or maybe drinking from flasks to boost their fortitude after dealing with the two of us.

Eventually they returned, a copy in tow.

They were the heroes who finally managed to find our book, but they had zero personality while doing it. They didn’t even have the wild-eyed hunted look our victims usually have. They sure as hell didn’t play along. We’re actually concerned that they’ll never find wives. We think it might behoove these gentlemen to read a romance novel or two. If they don’t want to start with one of mine, then we heartily recommend Jennifer’s collection.

We thanked them profusely and loudly and with much enthusiasm. Love was mentioned to make them even less comfortable than they already were. The truly sucky thing about this happily every after is that Ava demanded the book since I’m being forced to go camping this weekend. She’s afraid I’ll die in the woods and she’ll never get to read it.