Today I (Ben) answered the phone at my place of employment in the retail business.
CALLER: Yes, I was wondering if you have a book in stock.
BEN: I can sure check for you. What’s the title?
CALLER: Children Who Remember Previous Lives. The subtitle is, “A Question of Reincarnation.”
BEN: Okay, let me look here. [searches computer] This is by Ian Stevenson? Children Who Remember Previous Lives, you said?
BEN: Unfortunately we don’t have that in stock but we could certainly order it for you. It looks like it would be here by the end of the week.
CALLER: Hmmm. Well, I can get it from Amazon tomorrow, so I think I’ll pass.
BEN: Well thanks for checking with us.
Less than five minutes later:
CALLER: Hi, I was wondering if you could check on a book for me?
BEN: Sure. Do you have the title?
CALLER: It’s Children Who Remember Previous Lives.
BEN: Wait, did I just speak with you?
CALLER: Yes, I think you did.
BEN: This is the book by — [Ben checks the computer where the title is still up] — Ian Stevenson?
BEN: Um. We … don’t … have it.
CALLER: But I’m looking for another one of his books.
BEN: Oh, okay. I thought you were asking about the same book.
CALLER: No I’m asking about Children Who Remember Previous Lives.
BEN: I, uh, believe that’s the one I looked up for you.
CALLER: But the author wrote another book called Twenty Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation.
BEN: Oh, I see. [checking computer] You’re looking for Twenty Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation. Yep, I see that as one we could order too. But this is a print-on-demand title — they actually print it when you order a copy — and it typically takes a little longer to arrive, usually seven to ten business days.
CALLER: No, I’m looking for Children Who Remember Previous Lives.
CALLER: Do you have that one in stock?
BEN [???]: No, we’d have to order that one for you.
CALLER: Oh. Well, I’ll pass then. Thanks.
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