I'm working at Barnes and Noble at the front cash register, minding my own business. It'd been a busy couple of days because of Jessica Seinfeld's -- Jerry's wife -- new cookbook "Deceptively Delicious." We couldn't keep it in the store and had been sold out. I notice somebody I thought I recognized out of the corner of my eye. The old guy in the black leather jacket shuffles over and approaches the counter. He's not wearing glasses or hunched over a desk, but it's definitely Larry King standing in front of me.
LK: Hi, (pauses to look at name tag) Michael. I'm Larry King.
MB: Hi Larry, I'm Michael Bruntz ( I say this, unimpressed while extending my hand. He shakes it like one might shake the hand of the Queen of England.)
LK: I've traveled a long way to get this cookbook and I was told this is where you keep them. Do you have any you could give me.
I stare at him for a second, turn 180 degrees, then turn back.
MB: Yeah, we have a couple, but they're on reserve.
LK: You don't have any?
MB: Nope, sorry Larry.
He sighs like you'd expect a septuagenarian to wheeze and walks out of the store on his cell phone, obviously pissed.
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Whoa. Did you really want to take one of the reserved ones and then tell the person when they came in that you had to give Larry King their book?
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