(A customer in her late teens approaches me in the bookstore.)
Customer: “Hey, do wewe guys sell the Twilight books?”
Me: “Yes, they’re right over there.”
Customer: “Have wewe read them?”
Me: “Yes, I have.”
Customer: “Didn’t wewe just upendo them?!”
Me: “Well, actually, they aren’t really my type of book, so–”
Customer: *suddenly furious* “Are wewe f***ing serious?! These are the best vitabu ever written! I’m going to tell Edward to come and bite wewe and drink all your blood!”
Me: *backing away* “Have a nice day, ma’am…”
