Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I am a Vulture (RIP Borders)
I went to Borders this past week. My kids are always itching for new books (that's my excuse; the truth is that generally, I'm far itchier than they are) so we went.
The parking lot was packed. Inside, shelves were in disarray and shoppers had that hungry look in their eyes, looking for the best discounts.
I might have had that hungry look too. And I was embarrassed that I was out for a good deal.
Once we brought our purchases to the front desk, the clerks had these empty expressions on their faces.
"Look at how many people are here," one checkout guy said to another. The other guy just shook his head.
"When did you find out?" I asked, as gently as I could.
"Same time you did. No warning. None."
I took my bag of purchases and corralled my kids to the exit. The Borders employees kept working, looking tired, sad, and filled with disbelief.
I used to go to Borders to write sometimes. No more. I'll miss you Borders. Sniff.
How has the impending closing of Borders affected you?
Also, please take a moment to visit Laura Diamond's Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog post on genre-envy: what genre/category do you wish you wrote (but don't) and why?