At work today, I was approached by a gentleman with an apparantly keen interest in Evelyn Waugh. The conversation went roughly like this:
Gent: 'Er, yeah, so you don't have what I'm looking for, and I know there's a Waterstones, but I'm from Lincoln.'
Me: 'It's pretty much right outside our front door. We have almost everything by Waugh, what was it you wanted?'
Gent: 'I don't know. I'll know it when I see it. I'm from Lincoln.'
Me: 'OK. Did you actually look at the bookshelves?'
Gent: 'Yeah. You don't have any books by Evelyn Waugh. I'm from Lincoln. Where's Waterstones?'