Books and Food

Tonight I was involved in a fundraising event benefitting my theatre company and the theatre company my wife runs. We were to invite people to a local book store, give them some refreshments and they would shop for books. The bookstore in turn would then cut us in on a precentage of sales from the evening's take. When we arrived at the store (a very nice store by the way) there was a man sitting in the back of the store near our event set up reading a new book and eating a bag of Cheetos. He continued to sit and read and gobble his Cheetos while we sat up. He also continued to talk (well, more of a mumble actually) to himself at an indecipherable volume. He at those Cheetos like it was his last meal and then started to help himself to our cookies, pretzels and cheese. The eating wasn't the problem, there was plenty of food. It was the book. I watched as he continued to leaf through the pages of this new book with greasy Cheeto hands. He never bought the book and put it back on the shelf where it had originally come from. Imagine the feeling of opening your brand new book, eager for a read and discovering Cheeto stains on Page 14. I hate that man for ruining someone's page turning thrills.