The scene: Me and friends at a bookstore in Reading, urgently hunting down a couple titles for me before our train to London arrived.
(It was the sweetest sight I’ve seen in a while, two grown men scrambling up and down floors and shelves so I could have what I wanted. College buds, they’re for life.)
Friend A: This title called The Female Eunuch, would you have it?
Staffperson: I’ll check.
OJ (racing up): And do you have The Madwoman’s Underclothes?
Staffperson (smiling ever so wryly): Oh madam, do I have the answer to that!
English humor, I could marry you. I’d even do the dishes.
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