Tonight at the bookstore, a customer buying A&E's miniseries "Pride and Prejudice" on DVD was stunned that I'd watched it, even though I told her it was good.
"You're lying," she said, looking at her husband. "You haven't watched it."
"No, really," I said. "I own it. I own the DVD set that came out before this new one did, in fact."
"Really?" she asked me.
"Yes, really," I told her.
Then, I talked to her about my favorite parts, then talked to her about Colin Firth in "Love Actually."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me.
"No, I don't," I said to her. My boss was standing next to me.
"Because I know lots of women who'd love a man who owns 'Pride and Prejudice,'" she said, glancing again at her husband. "Wait, all the ones we know are married ..."
My manager's face was turning red.
"Seriously," the woman continued. "I know women who'd be all over someone sensitive who was willing to watch 'Pride and Prejudice' with them."
"Really?" I asked her kindly, smiling. She was being nice.
"Why, they'd practically rip your clothes off!," she said, and I chuckled.
She said watching it with her husband, while they were dating, was what assured her that she'd picked the right man. She even said they'd named their children after the characters.
I never let on about it, and, when they left, I told my manager that they were nice. He said that I'd handled that situation well by staying completely straight-faced -- so to speak.
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