tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post1365165137930668861..comments2024-01-04T05:04:43.034-08:00Comments on usedbuyer2.0: An Example Rememberedusedbuyer 2.0http://www.blogger.com/profile/08909335300273240931noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-20392557081369128062009-06-11T21:06:31.335-07:002009-06-11T21:06:31.335-07:00Thanks to everyone for commenting, and for sharing...Thanks to everyone for commenting, and for sharing your memories.usedbuyer 2.0https://www.blogger.com/profile/08909335300273240931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-28575446160744155322009-06-11T09:44:18.021-07:002009-06-11T09:44:18.021-07:00My favorite customer when I was a bookseller was a...My favorite customer when I was a bookseller was a poorly-educated black man who frequently smelled of pot and who struggled with literacy -- but he had a kid and he wanted better for his kid. So he tried to look for tutorial books, especially about math, and he didn't have a lot of money.<br /><br />I always wanted to spend the time with him even though he could typically only afford one book because that book meant EVERYTHING to him. For so many of us, it's Just The Next Book.<br /><br />That next book was the book his kid's future was going to hang on, until he could afford the following book and his kid was ready for it.Deirdre Saoirse Moenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00485588430368394604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-82709401470611284332009-06-11T07:58:45.315-07:002009-06-11T07:58:45.315-07:00What a beautiful post. Once I worried that one of ...What a beautiful post. Once I worried that one of our own bookstore's "gentle refugees" was scaring a customer and her small children with his loud voice. After he left, our customer told us we'd won her business for life because of how we'd treated the man. Such is the humanity of bookstore customers too.Margiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10031417246761322757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-51399184547048101682009-06-11T07:52:01.885-07:002009-06-11T07:52:01.885-07:00Brad, although you do so love to play the curmudge...Brad, although you do so love to play the curmudgeon some days, your heart is as big as anyone you have described here! And not to worry as you will no doubt always have a place to park your own shopping cart among us.Wendy Schollnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-57236400187017569722009-06-11T07:47:22.222-07:002009-06-11T07:47:22.222-07:00What a touching post, and heart-breaking comment b...What a touching post, and heart-breaking comment by clindsay. Can you imagine what might have become of the man if treatment and options were available then as now? <br /><br />I often wonder things that like when I wander the big cities choked with people; the ones muttering to themselves and the others who pretend to ignore it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14542138062999655783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816955256931900850.post-1671106162276723262009-06-11T07:19:28.061-07:002009-06-11T07:19:28.061-07:00Oh my God, that was Igor! The little homeless blac...Oh my God, that was Igor! The little homeless black guy! Do you remember that Robert and Rod brought his cart up to the third floor to store when Igor went into the hospital for pneumonia?<br /><br />Igor had a fascinating story: he was schizophrenic, and when he first manifested symptoms as a teenager living in Alabama, his parents put him on a bus to San Francisco with $50 in his pocket. He was sixteen when he first started living homeless in San Francisco. I think - if he is still alive - he would be well into his 90s.<br /><br />Wow...thank you for this memory!The Swivethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00685468276187421753noreply@blogger.com