Last night, on the way back from Disneyland, I decided to stop in at the Barnes & Noble at the Irvine Spectrum to buy a book.
Here's something that you should know about me before I proceed on with the story: I don't like asking for help. I especially don't like asking for help when I can't find something in a store. I believe that if I'm not smart enough to find something on my own then I probably don't deserve to have it. However, after searching for a while last night, I decided that my desire to have this book superceded my distaste for requesting assistance.
So, I approached the customer service kiosk and timidly said, "I'd like to find a Rob Bell book." "What's it called?" asked the staff member. This is where the awkwardness kicked into overdrive. "It's called Sex God", I said. I immediately began to wonder if this customer service clerk thought that I was some kind of perve. She ponted me in the right direction and I found my book.
Rob Bell, I know that you're laughing about our embarassment when asking for this book. You're also freezing your butt off in Michigan. Too bad it's 75 degrees here in San Diego...