I just imagine making out on the floor of the manga section in our biggest bookstore in town, which would be: one single super small shelf that only holds one volumne of Sailor Moon (which I sometimes try to warn fathers from buying their daughters, pointing towards the DVD section) and that would be … uncomfortable … and … gross.

LMAO my store has two big shelving units for it, so people seem plenty comfy, but sometimes I want to tell customers just how gross our floor is. Like, it’s New York so we have pests and also. Every gross thing you can think of has been in our floors at least once (and it’s never just once. That idea that crazy shit happens in New York? It especially happens in New York retail.)