imaginary conversation with the woman behind the counter at Gleebooks

counter woman (after she can be assed looking up from the engrossing paperwork she's involved in that she finds so much more important than serving an actual paying customer): "Yes?"

Ellen: "Just these, thanks."

counter woman (looks at philosophy book): "This looks interesting."

Ellen (pointing to title of book, which is a man's name): "Actually, he was my Ph.D. supervisor."

counter woman: "Oh yeah?"

Ellen (pointing to the name of the book's editor): "And this guy, he taught me how to give really good blow jobs."

Imaginary conversation, but true story!

(I'm sorry, was that too much information?)