I was available, for a wonder, so I waddled to the front of the store to do my best. An elegantly dressed older woman was waiting. "You helped me last Christmas," she said. "I stopped in on Friday, but you weren't here." Yes, she made a seperate trip to come back on a day I was working. Apparently, I'd recommended an author for her son, an executive at Apple who happens to like SciFi. Now, I don't read a lot of SciFi, but apparently I gave her Connie Willis' 'To Say Nothing of the Dog.' No surprise, really. I adore Connie Willis. Muchly.
Apparently, I made a good choice. He loved it. So much, in fact, that he went out and bought 'Doomsday Book.'
So, I sold her 'Impossible Things' and a copy of Jerome K. Jerome's 'Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)' because 1. it's really funny and 2. there was a nice symmetry to that.
That just made my day.