He stood there holding a book, his face reflecting discomfort. “I told the little girl here that I hurt my groin. My crazy doctor told me to get this damn book on healing back pain. My back doesn’t hurt, it’s my…” I broke in with my quietest voice, “Groin. Yes, I understand. I do not think we have any books about that particular problem. Maybe the back pain book has some suggestions for your problem?” He stared at me as if I had sprouted horns on my head. “How the hell could that be? My groin is not even on the same side of my body as my back!”
At this point, I noticed families herding their children, leading them out the door and Little Danielle behind the counter shaking with suppressed laughter. I had to help this man and send him on his way. I tried to move him toward the back of the store, “If you want to sit down for a minute, I can check the computer to see if we can order you a book that might be able to help.”
He refused to be moved and bellowed, “It hurts to sit down. I don’t want to order anything. What kind of bookstore is this? You mean to tell me that you don’t have ONE book about injuries to the groin?” I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“Well, I won’t be back.” He gave a disgusted and pained grunt and slowly walked out of the store like a cowboy who had been riding the trail for much too long. It was definitely his groin.
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