Dear Book Buyer:

Fear not sir, men are still writing. It's not all "bloody women and their weepy crap." But, you should totally pick up the SCUM Manifesto.

Dear Book Buyer:

I'm sorry you think The Tiger "looks like fiction," but I'm telling you it isn't. I understand the difference between reality & make-believe.

Dear Book Buyer:

I'm sad to hear that your motto in life is: "If it ain't a magazine, I don't read it."

Dear Book Buyer:

I know the genre of "classics" is a bit vast, but I can assure you that Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus is not one of them.

Dear Book Buyer:

How many bloody Sarah McLachlan songs must I endure during one single shift?

Dear Book Buyer:

I'm sorry you're angry that we don't sell telescopes, even though we sell books about telescopes. However, by that logic, we'd also have to sell WWII spitfires, tigers, and Ricky Martin.

Dear Book Buyer:

I can't believe I even have to explain myself, but no, we do not carry a Kama Sutra for dogs.