The other day I was browsing through a new and used bookstore. I picked up a book and paged through it, noticing a very loving inscription to a man from a woman on the inside flap. It kind of made me sad and there I was standing in the store, staring off into the distance, imagining all sorts of fanciful reasons why the book was given away.
I thought, what if this book was sold or donated by mistake? After all, how can you discard something with a beautiful inscription? The man could be desperately searching all the bookstores in the area for the book. Hmm... romantic but highly unlikely.
And then I thought, what if the man and woman broke up? What if he got rid of everything that reminded him of her? That's more of a possibility, but rather depressing.
I don't like that idea. So what if another woman who suffers unrequited love for the guy discovered the inscription. In a fit of jealousy she took the book when he wasn't looking and sold it to the bookstore. Mm... no, that doesn't sound right. The other woman would have thrown it away or burned it.
No, no. This is what happened: The inscription is bogus. It's really a secret code and the creepy guy in the next aisle looking at me is a spy. He has to get the book. It's a matter of national security.
Okay, I'm sure the real reason that the book is in the store is because the man no longer had room on his bookshelf. It's the most logical explanation, but that doesn't mean I have to like it!