4.09.2009

Help us, Agatha Christie!




I came to work one morning many months ago to find a severed tiger head behind the toilet in the ladies' restroom. Sure, it's a stuffed tiger. And it can be taken out of inventory.

But it's a very ultraviolent thing to see when you first get to work. Instead of blood spatter there were bits of fuzz everywhere.

I forgot that I took pictures of this.

If you weren't convinced a bookstore is a forsaken and basically insane place to work I hope this helps you along. Unless you like severed heads. Then by all means, go for it!

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