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The imagination of the reader - the second episode

"Hello Miss, I try Perrault's fairy tales."

The application starts with an elderly lady who has the air of being a retired teacher: gray hair gathered in a Marge Simpson hairdo style, gray tee with an endless row of tiny buttons to emphasize the physical gaunt and a white blouse with lace collar sticking out and sailing the neck and glasses with clear frame and large lenses.

seems out from the Heart book, no joke! Lacks only the red and blue pencil.

My colleague recommended that explains that when we do not have a single text but merely a collection of classic fables.

Mrs. muttered under his breath that starts an endless struggle to understand.

Then pick up a book by itself beautiful illustrations on gender, for who knows him, Bosco blackberries, which tells the story of six girlfriends who live in a house in the woods. Age: elementary band. The lady speaks the nephew to whom he must give away ...: an unlucky thirteen and I sure will remain puzzled by the gift of her aunt.

My colleague welcomes the taste of the customer, emphasizes the delicacy and beauty of the images and the sweetness of the story, but it suggests something different view of the age of the girl.

But the customer does not want to hear, is convinced of what he has in hand and get to the checkout and pay.

begins to stammer that the text (normal size) and weighs not know how to take it home and promptly connected in cash, and issue a receipt, la rassicura che le nostre borse sono resistenti e che lo può portare tranquillamente in borsa.

La signora, ancora non convinta, dice che deve fare ancora delle commissioni in centro commerciale e, proprio perché il libro pesa, chiede se glielo possiamo mettere da parte. La collega le chiede di poter segnare su un post-it il nome in modo da sapere, chiunque ci sarà alla cassa, che cosa appartiene a chi, ma a quel punto la signora sembra aver subito un affronto senza pari e inizia, con ansia crescente, a dire che "il nome non glielo lascio per privacy".  Ok, nessun problema. Riponiamo il libro in un armadietto. Sono certa, chissà perché, We will remember that.

there she spent about 10 minutes back. I open the cupboard and hands her the bag.

Then Mrs. amazes me!

Remove the book from her bag. She looks at me and tells me that this is the cover that weighs so much and that she needed the book because it is nice and suitable for images of her granddaughter's room and begins to literally rip the pages with pictures and leave the other, only to bring only those away and leave the rest in cash.

I swear: I am astounded!

And I thought it was a normal job.