So it's a typical day at the store. Bella is stocking the shelves and I’m leaving
mean phone messages for customers who haven’t returned their movies and Emmett
sitting on the couch towards the back of the store watching Chinese language
soap operas.
There's a couple of customers looking at the selection and
Jasper is reorganizing the documentaries.
It's kind of his thing. One month he does it by director, another he
does it chronologically. It’s impossible
for anyone to find anything but it makes him happy.
I look at the clock and yell: “Emmett, you told your wife you were leaving
an hour ago. Get lost!”
“I want to finish this show,” Emmett yells back without
looking up.
“Gentlemen,” Bella says, glaring back and forth between the
two of us. “Customers,” she reminds us,
gesturing with her head between the two groups of browsers.
“Sorry, Bella,” Emmett says apologetically. I quickly look back down at my phone list.
