That Book by Winnie The Pooh

October 2018
During the Summer there was a lovely flow of customers coming in to the shop and dedicating to buying books and having little chats here and there so that one could call it really pleasant. Since October, this so called cash flow stops with the flick of a switch. There really is not anything to look forward to then and of course it really does stand out when the following happens:
I am at the computer digging into the accounts by popping the info needed on to that cloud. It is chilly, sunny but really quite chilly. Door opens. Now this is the moment when you do not really have to look up to check who it is. You sense by the way the door opens if it is customer A,B or C
A: Now customer A is my favorite, he or she enters and they start at the shelves and do not want to miss anything, usually accompanied with little noises of "oooooo" or "aaaaa".
B: Customers B is bit more tricky. He or she enters and starts talking to me while looking at the shelves, essentially keeping me away from what I am doing.
C: Customer C can be a short or a long nightmare. He or she comes in through the door and marches past all the books and makes a full stop at my desk to ask the daft questions.

Today I had Customer C. Door opens. My stomach is already clenched by the accounts I am looking at, I think the day cannot get any worse. Here the steps come stomping up and straight into full swing of bla bla "You got that book by Winnie the Pooh"?
He has a piece of something between his teeth and I am not sure if I should tell him or start laughing. The question is slightly better than "I am looking for a book from back in the day with a green cover, you might have it"?
Oh, this is going to be good, I think "Surely you mean Winnie The pooh by Milne?
"Alright then, do you have it"?
My mind already knows that he is not going to spend the money for the nice Edition I have in the shelve, but I do need to get up and be sure and also give my legs a stretch. 
I show him the lovely book and he asks the price while chewing on the thing that was stuck between his teeth. "Och, God I cant pay that, Me mother told me to get the book by Winnie, I kind of thought she meant a cheap paperback, you do have them, don't you?"
I am beginning to think my accounts are more fun at this point. He spots a book on Arts and Crafts. He starts a whole monologue about his renovation of his garage and I can see him talking but I stop listening. "Do I get paid enough to listen this crap" are my thoughts. He finally comes to an end and wishes me good luck with the sales of the Miller book and he is gone.
I love this bookshop especially when it is just me and my books.
God, I wonder what the family has in store for me today. I go back to my Cloud.