Book Death

The homeless man dealt with the news of the impending snowstorm by deciding to take a nap on the floor of the bookstore. This, of course, was met with customer panic because it is clearly a violation of a social norm. What the FUCK is that dude doing there? Doesn’t he know we are in public?! What do we tell the children?! Thou shalt not sleep on the floor of a store we remind our kids as little Timmy decides to take his shoes off and throw them at Current Events. Unsure of what to do, security and a few good samaritans decided to pretend it was a heart attack and called for an ambulance. As far as I could tell, the man was just tired of being cold and tired of being tired. If he was found in the Self-Help section, that would be one thing, but since he was found in Fiction T-V I thought everybody was overreacting. Let the man be I whispered into a couple of magazines. He just needs a break. “Sir what day were you born?” the do-gooders asked while waiting for the ambulance. No answer. Security begins to make little jokes between themselves. Enough is enough! Before I can take action, I decide to walk up the down escalator to buy a croissant and a scarf. On my way down the up, I realize I am too late. The paramedics have come and gone, taking the tired old man with them to who knows where to treat him for whoknowswhat for alotof$$$imsure. How long was I upstairs? With the problem eliminated, the lonely consumers make their way through the shelves to buy all the books before they disappear forever.