Interior bookstore
Conor looks at calendars. He finds one that has pictures of cats. A book attendant approaches.
Garth: That's a 2009.
Conor: Oh really. I am looking for a 2008, something on sale perhaps.
Garth doesn't get it.
Garth: Umm. We don't sell --
Conor: I'm kidding. Jokes.
Garth: (laughs) oh, cause I was going to say. That's jokes.
Conor: I guess it was my delivery. I need to work on that.
Garth: No it was good, I'm just in Christmas mode. Sell, sell!!
Conor: You mean 'holiday season' mode.
Garth: Right (laughs). Hannukah!!
Conor: Yeah. And Christmas and new years, quanza. Holiday's of all sorts. How old are you Garth, 20?
Garth: 16.
Conor: When I was your age we were allowed to say Christmas.
Garth: yeah eh.
Conor: yep.
Conor puts the calendar back.
Garth: Let me know if you find anything you need help with.
Conor: Word.
Garth walks off.
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