There’s an “Employee Picks” section on a pillar at the front of the store. A book purporting to be my pick is displayed there. The sole description of it reads “Best. Book. Ever.” However, for the record, I’ve never read that book — the description I wrote was for David Simon’s Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets, which is a fantastic book about the Baltimore police department’s homicide unit (which led directly to NBC’s “Homicide: Life on the Street”, and indirectly to HBO’s “The Wire”).

However, we did not have any copies of “Homicide” when the employee pick wall had to be set up, so our merchandising supervisor, knowing my recent affinity for all things Jack McDevitt, grabbed a copy of Cauldron and placed it there. For the record, I do own a copy of Cauldron, and I will be reading it soon. I expect to enjoy it greatly, but I very much doubt it deserves the description “best book ever.”

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Daylight Saving Time brings out the dumb people.

My favorite, by far, was the person yanking on the door at 6:01 demanding to be let in.

“It’s 6:00!” one of my coworkers opened the door a crack to speak to him. “We’re closed.”

“You close at 6? So I have an hour.” He pointed at his watch, which apparently said 5:00.

“No … it’s six now. We’re closed.”

“But my watch says FIVE! What is wrong with you mother fuckers?”

“I’m calling the police,” my manager said at this point.

“Fine! I’m leaving!” the guy yelled. “But you idiots can’t piss on my face and tell me it’s water!”

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There’s a reason the alternate spelling for “customer” is “cussed-a-more”.