I was driving home from work the other day, and I saw a sign taped to a streetlight. It read “Huge Book Sale” and had an arrow pointing around the corner. Several thoughts ran through my head, and it went a little like this.
“But I don’t NEED any huge books.”
“Hehehehehehe.”
“That joke shouldn’t have made me giggle.”
“I need more bookshelves.”
“Oh god, it’s a trap. A trap with the perfect bait.”
“I have to go.”
“I can’t go, I have no more money to spend on books.”
“I have empty cardboard boxes in my car, though…”
“No, seriously, it’s probably a trap. They know your commute.”
“Oh, shit, they know my commute. I better just go home.”
“I’m going home.”
Needless to say, I made it home safely, and wasn’t lured into a giant cardboard box with a trail of leather-bound classics leading up to it. Though that might work… Entertainingly enough, I was on my way to work a couple of days later, via a different route, when I saw a matching sign.
“Oh, shit. They really DO know my commute…”
The Swords of the Ancients 