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I Might Seem Like I'm in a Bad Mood, But I Have a Toothache, So Let's All Back Off and Let Me Complain

Okay, here's the deal with Borders: what the crap are people doing? Sure, it sucks for people who don't have a Barnes & Noble, because those two already closed most independent bookstores in smaller towns, but what's with the going and the standing in line for an hour to get 20% off an already-overpriced book that you can find cheaper online? It makes no sense and therefore annoys me, even though it impacts me not in the least.

I get that some people have emotional attachments to Borders. And to be honest, when I went home last and saw that the sign was off our Barnes & Noble, I almost had a panic attack until a store worker told me they were just getting the sign replaced.

Because all my emotional attachment goes to B&N. People tend to prefer Borders, and I get that, but there are like five reasons why, in my particular hometown, B&N is preferable (not the least of which is that it's less of a pain in the ass to park there). Barnes & Noble is where I went for every HP midnight release party. That's where I was for the release of book 7, and for the final announcement of "It is now midnight," followed by a mass cheer. If they close it, I'll probably cry. But if they DO close it, will I be waiting in an absurd line to buy a 20% off copy of The Help? No! I mean, mostly because I get most of my books from the library, but also because it's overpriced and a waste of time.

But, of course, in the end what people do with their time is their business and not my hyper-critical, overly-controlling self's. And, er, I realize that. Rationally. Irrationally I want to go in and start yelling and waving my arms about. But then, I want to do that in a lot of places.


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