Walks towards cashier with DVD OF 30 ROCK SEASON ONE. Looks into the air, trying to recognize the music that is playing. Failing. Smiles to the boy behind the cashier.
Takes DVD from girl, and proceeds to find a SEALED COPY.
What’s the music playing?
In a very low voice
Oh, Fleetwood Foxes! Of course! Is it a new album?
Pays, with CASH.
Smiling mysteriously. Still speaking in a low voice.
No. It’s an old one. Nfjkhrfgur sixkfjhrtuhr.
Hands girl the RECEIPT and the DVD in a PLASTIC BAG.
Realizing her mistake. Blushes vividly.
Takes bag, prepares to leave.
Calls after girl.
It about time they make another album, though!
Turns around. Smiles. Makes mental note to search for “fleet something” on Spotify when she gets back home.
Well-disguised as I know this character was, I can now shockingly reveal to all of you that I indeed was “GIRL” in this exchange. I may have dramaticized it slightly, but this was roughly how it went.
I have a thing for guys who work in record shops. I know, it’s silly. Most girls go for the musician. And yes, I like those too. Give me a man who can play the piano, and I’ll be happy. It can even be a guitar. Or cello. It doesn’t have to be strings either. No strings attached.
But. I also like guys who work in record stores. I think it is because I imagine they know a lot about music. That they are like Spotify – capable of introducing me to lots of new music I will love.
I know people who work in record stores don’t necessarily know all that much about music. Just like people who work in bookstores don’t necessarily know everything about books (and yet I feel exactly the same way about guys who work in bookstores, which is definitely silly, as I work in one myself and am fully capable of being my own Spotify of books. I should add that there aren’t that many men working in bookshops as in record shops. So they are a rarer breed. I should also add that I don't have a crush on the [only] guy that work in the bookshop I work in. Just in case you are reading this, Martin... Don't get any funny ideas!).
And yet. Record store guys...
Basically, the only reason I didn’t develop a crush on the guy behind the counter in this particular shop was that he probably was five years younger than me and looking five years younger than that. Not even his record store logo-ed shirt could make up for the ten years older he should have been.
My almost-crush on him explains why I blushed so much when I realized that I had mixed the band names of Fleet Foxes and Fleetwood Mac, though. It didn’t help that I knew one of them was a contemporary band, while the other was not (I could not for the life of me remember which was which). One of the boy’s muttered comments could have been his way of telling me that the album currently playing was from the 1960s. Or that it was their sixth album. Who knew?
When I got home I realized that the band they had been playing in the store indeed was Fleet Foxes. After some googling I also found out that Fleetwood Mac is still going strong, apparently. So either band could be up for a soonish release.
What I also realized was that I really didn’t care anymore what the boy in the record store thought. After all, outside the store, I wasn’t all that interested. Give me a man with a trombone any day!