So I was at a certain Borders store along with
probably the most gorgeous female of the species ever.
“Hi, can you help me? I’m looking for this book, American Psycho,” I politely asked the probably underpaid teenage girl at the counter.
She quickly typed into the system and ask if I knew the author’s name, I didn’t.
She decided to reconfirm the spelling, “C-y-c-y-o?”
I promptly corrected her but at that point of time, finding the book was no longer my priority. We quickly scrambled off and the only thing on our minds…