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Barnes & Noble story (no Triumph content):
I have two kids, aged 4 and 1. The four-year-old (Sebastian) and I always go to the book store, where we hang out in the kid's section and I alternate between reading motorcycle magazines and whatever book Sebastian brings. So there I am about two months ago, sitting on the floor with a stack of magazines next to me. Sebastian is off somewhere creating his own stack. This frumpy lady is sort of staring at me and I look up once or twice, and finally look straight at her. She says: "What are you doing here?" I look a little bewildered and sort of look around to make sure she's really talking to me - yup. Seeing that I require some clarification, she adds "What are you doing HERE, in the kid's section?!"
I respond "Um, I have a kid..."
She shoots back "It doesn't seem like it".
Just then I'm realizing that, in fact, Sebastian's been gone for a while, and I start to look around for him, hoping he'll come running up at this exact moment shouting "Daddy" and throwing another book in my lap, and make this frumpy lady look like a complete idiot. Alas, he doesn't materialize and the frumpy lady shakes her head in dusgust and stalks off.
I'm left there looking down at myself, wondering what it is about me that made her think I was a pedophile--jeans, Chuck Taylors, I could use a shave, but it's not TOO bad--what the?!
Sebastian finally returns and I'm reading him a story when the frump returns. I look up at her in triumph (hey, there IS some Triumph content), and she says "I'm really sorry...I hope you understand...concerned parent...". I'm not sure I felt much better---she came off sounding as if I'd switched in her estimation from being a pervert to a deficient parent.
That was the most fun I've had at B&N.
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