We took a ride out to Annabelle's new school today. The year starts on August 5th, so she needed to pick up some uniform skirts and polos. While she tried on clothes with her mom, Heidi and I browsed the bookstore, shopping the spirit wear and school swag. Even though it was still summer, the store was doing brisk business, but despite the name of the establishment, the book inventory was minimal, and not a single one was sold in the time we were there.
Even so, (or perhaps therefore) it was kind of a festive vibe as kids from summer camp flooded in and out, noisily messing with the fidget display while waiting in line to buy cold drinks and snacks. I was charmed. "I like schools and kids," I said to Heidi. "Why did I retire, again?"
She rolled her eyes, perhaps considering the long hours, senseless politics, and other frustrations of the job. "Maybe you can just get a job at a school bookstore," she suggested.
Hmm.
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