Ohio Who?

I can't believe I forgot to mention the seriously kick ass game that Illinois played against (at that time) #1 Ohio State. Buckeye, schmuck-eye. 28-21. Lick the stick baby! I had a great time watching the game with my Mom. Gave me the opportunity to utter the phrase "poo on a stick," much to her bemusement. I tried to get her to do the I-L-L...I-N-I call back and forth cheer thing with me from one side of the living room to the other, but she isn't quite as goofy as me so I did it solo.

Quick add on to yesterday's review of Darjeeling Limited. There is a short film that runs before the main feature that is pretty much a prologue to DL. In it we get to see Natalie Portman getting a bit naked. Two things to say about that--1) there is a God because Natalie's does not have perfect legs and 2) Nat...EAT A SANDWICH!!! I really didn't need to see that much of your ribcage.

***EIGHT LETTER WORD FOR CRAZY MAGNET...hint: it's a proper name***

Today I answered the phone and had a woman tell me she had been told her book would be in on Thurs. She didn't know if it was last Thurs. or today. I ask for her phone number to check for an order. Nothing comes up. I check under her name. Nothing comes up. I ask her if she's sure she has ordered from us. (You'd be surprised how many calls we get for the "other" bookstore.) She says the following:

Oh, I didn't place an order.

She is apparently under the impression that we will just know to hold a book for her without noting down her name and phone number. I then got to search for 3 different books, none of which she had a correct title for and only had the author correct on one of them. I also had to go search down a magazine for her that features a local garden in one article. I ask if she's looking for the Nov. issue. She says she doesn't know. I ask if a picture of a pie is on the cover. She doesn't know. She tells me that the guy who owns the garden is named Sullivan. She seems to think his name will be plastered all over the cover. Nope. Then she suggests looking in the "place where they list what's in the magazine..."

Ermm...table of contents maybe? I check and no names are given. I then have to flip through the mag till I find an article and photo spread on a garden. I say, "well, there's no Sullivan, but there is a Callahan..." She interrupts. That's it!

I believe I was about ready to beat the receiver on the counter at this point. I tell her we can save the mag through close on Friday. She then whines about how she can't see to drive at night so her husband is going to have to bring her over and he can't till Sat. and on and on and on. I tell her Sat. 5pm no later.

ARRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! And it's not even Thanksgiving yet.