Apparently I'm into spontaneous booktalks in McDonalds.

When fumbling through my overlarge bag for my wallet, I pulled out a number of things--mainly books. As I was collecting them I muttered, "I guess it's obvious I'm a librarian since I have about 6 books in my bag."

This prompted my pubescent cashier to ask what I'm reading. I gave a mini-booktalk including air quotes around the words "boy book." He informed me he liked horror and I was like oh this isn't like that and felt around my hungry brain for the best way to say "coming of age story" without actually using such a cliche phrase. After I filled up my soda I informed him that word on the street tells me that the book involves a suicide, but I didn't reach it yet. To which the cashier informed me, "Oh, I like suicides!"

This is why I am meant to be a young adult librarian. Words that come out of their mouths are more golden than the arches blazing the parking lot of this annecdote's setting.