Sometimes, the hardest thing to do at work is just find the book. Say nothing, find the book.
“Do you have a book that would be, like, “Cross-Dressing for Dummies”?
“Has 50 Shades of Gray come out yet?” – This from a lady at least in her mid-eighties, looking for BDSM erotica. Awesome, but whoa.
“Do you have a book that will help me hook up with, um, slutty girls?” This kid was maybe fifteen. No. No we don’t. Even if we did, no.
“Is there a section with books for what to do if you’ve started being attracted to, hypothetically, your step-son? It’s for a friend.” Ugh.
“Is there a book where you can learn to mind-control people?” Dude, if it worked, I’d be buying it too.
“I need something that helps me learn to control the force. Like in Star Wars.” I ordered it for him. It exists. It’s a device. I’m not kidding.