Antigone Bookstore

by chelseajin

Sometimes I just need to read a book in its physical glory.

And then I go to the bookstore and it’s $16 for something I know I’ll finish in 4 hours.

I’m sad to admit that it’s just not worth it.

But the conversation I overheard there is good enough to go into “Overheard in NY”:

Little Boy: (pointing to a cutout of Obama) Why did they color him in?

Dad: They didn’t, that’s the color he is.

Little Boy: Is that the color he likes?

Dad: That’s the color God gave him (looks embarrassed at me and shoos boy outside)