Nacho Libre!

A 3 or 4-year-old, blond-haired boy paused at the Bargain DVDs display and excitedly pointed to one of the movies. He called out to his mother, "Look! Look, Mom!" She saw what he was pointing at and smiled. The boy then galloped over to his father and hurriedly waved him over. "Look! Look, Dad!" He ran to the display again and continued to jab his index finger at the DVD until Dad also saw the movie.

"Eh, Eh!" the boy said. Check this out! "Eh, eh!" Then: "It's Nacho Libre! Nacho Libre! Nacho Libre! Nacho Libre! Nacho Libre!" He galloped into the Gift Shop singing the name.

He must really love Jack Black.

-Lima Bean

Like a statue.

"Well, that's got to be an exciting job," a woman said to me, sarcastically. She had smiled at me an hour or so ago while on her way out the bookstore to do more shopping on the Ave before heading off.

"You haven't moved since I last saw you."

-Lima Bean

How embarrassing.

I knew it would happen sooner or later: I accidentally answered the switchboard with "Concierge -- " instead of the usual greeting. The guy was silent on the other end, obviously confused. Oh! How embarrassing.

-Lima Bean

We're a new species.

"I've never quite understood why I always see young ladies at this desk. I thought maybe they paid you to sit here and look cute," he said.

I explained I was the bookstore concierge. "Ah, the concierge. Now I understand."

-Lima Bean