So I’m at Barnes and Noble.
I am looking for a specific book,
but they don’t have it in,
so I decide to buy a second one to occupy me while it ships.
It’s dense and has a TON of information,
and there’s no price listed on it.
I scour,
before ultimately accepting that it will be overpriced but worth it.
When it turns out to be $44, I startle,
but laugh,
“no wonder the price isn’t listed.”
The cashier,
a sixty something year old white man probably named Glenn,
responds,
sweetly but in a passive-aggressive mumble,
“you should try checking the back.”
So while he handled my tender,
I re-searched the back of the book.
I even opened the book to search the inside cover of the back of the book.
See,
for some reason,
beating mansplainers to death with the book they just mansplained at you is still a crime,
so fighting fire with passive aggressive fire is all I got.
Fuckin Glenn,
man.
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2018 Melony Ppenosyne.
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