I can't even say how much I love working at the bookstore. I enjoy it for lots of reasons, but a big part of that is the customers. There is a fine line there though, because sometimes they make me hate working there. But that's another story.
This is about the nicest guy who came in on Sunday night. Very personable. We chatted for a moment, the usual small-talk, building up to what he really needed.
HIM: "I need to find a Prosthetic Bible."
ME: "I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. You need to find . . . what?"
HIM: "A Prosthetic Bible."
ME: "Oh, you mean a Prophetic Bible. They are right this way."
HIM: "No. Prosthetic."
ME: "I think you may have the wrong word there . . . ."
HIM: "No, it's a Prosthetic Bible. I am sure of it."
ME: "Um. Well. Hmmmm. I have never seen one of those. Let me show you the section for the Bibles."
About half an hour later . . . . .
HIM: "I never did find a Prosthetic Bible. You might want to think about carrying those."
ME: "I'll make a note of that."
Very personable guy, but slightly vocabulary-challenged.