A woman came up to the desk pushing an infant in a stroller and asked for a recently released title.
"Sure," I tell her, pointing waaay across the room, "…there should be a couple on those display tables over there, in front of the elevators."
"Oh, okay," she said, and looked in that direction to the display, which was some forty feet away, past pillars and shelving and desks and kiosks.
She turned back to me, nodded at the baby in the stroller and said,“I’m just gonna leave him here.”
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You need a license to drive a car, own a dog, and own a gun. But anyone can be a parent.
Yipes! How VERY odd. I'm afraid as a Mother I'm overprotective and can't relate to this lady. You are a wonderful writer.
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