Handselling days gone by

Digging into Al Capone Shines My Shoes* has suddenly ressurected one of my better handselling memories...

One afternoon a baldish, 50-something fellow wandered into the shop, probably taging along with his wife. He happened to be wearing a t-shirt very like this one:

Of course, I couldn't help myself. "Look," I said, leading him over to the middle school section, and handing him a copy of Al Capone Does My Shirts, "I don't expect you to buy this, but if you come in here wearing that shirt, you have to at least know about this book."

He kinda grinned, and within minutes he was back at the counter -- with his wallet open.

*See how casually I slipped that in there, without even a Nyah-nyah? I'm not always an insufferable galley-tease. Oh wait -- there I go again...

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Currently reading:

Days of Little Texas
by R. A. Nelson