Geek Trap

I went to a local giant chain bookstore today, which shall remain nameless, and discovered something heinous.

The store as has a Geek Trap.

Seriously.

It works like this.

You, the unsuspecting geek, start up the long, narrow, endless winding staircase to the second floor in your prissy girl shoes, trying very hard not to look like a geek at all. About halfway up, as the stairs start to twist right, the fantasy and science fiction section LEAPS out at you from the left-hand side. The colorful displays of Ender's Game and Lord of the Rings and Dragons Out the Butt and all of that.

Your head whips to the left (note: opposite direction from the stair-twist).

In movie slow-mo, you tilt backward, and in your prissy girl shoes and skirt, do a remarkably un-prissy back-flip back down the steps, landing in a somewhat twisted heap right in front of the fantasy and science fiction shelves.

And off in the corner, a bunch of clerks are no doubt gathered, sniggering over their coffee and canoli. "Ha. Caught another one."

Luckily, all you get from the deal is a bruise, a sore shoulder, and two new dragon books and a new copy of Dune.

On audio.

Ahem.

Boycott the traps! Boycott the traps!