Life in a bookstore

It's hard not to laugh when a 50 something year old homeless man that looks like Santa Claus tells you to respect him because he's old enough to be your father while waving a fat and sweaty finger in your face, then calls you a cocksucker.
In front of customers nonetheless, after very politely telling me to go to hell.

It's pretty funny when a drunken man who likens himself to British Monarchy absolutely "knows that there are spies browsing the espionage section," and reminds me not to tell the CIA that he was in my bookstore.

Oh, downtown Sunnyvale.



It all goes down right here.