An elderly woman was in the Bookstore last night trying to order a book for her grandson, who was thinking of adopting a dog. We were browsing the computer for suitable titles, when she seized on one. Have you ever had to explain to a geriatric woman why Woof! Perspectives into the Erotic Care & Training of the Human Dog is probably not the title she’s actually going to be interested in? For that matter, have you ever had to explain what “human dog” means? Because, really, when I say, “Oh, I think that’s a sex book,” and she says, “Tell me more!”, I just want to die.
(The publisher of said title? Boner Books. Classic.)