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Sep. 25th, 2014 01:39 amIt's a slow day at Crossroads. Joel's opted to help Raleigh with the bakery again, and Spencer's relieved that his husband isn't here to witness the truly dismal lack of business coming in today. He's spent the last hour re-alphabetizing and organizing another wall, though the incoming inventory that had been delivered today still hasn't been unpacked, mostly because Spencer hates the idea of leaving even more stacks of books just sitting around the store. Ideally, they'd make room for more books on the shelves by selling the ones they already have, but it's nearly three and Spencer has accepted the fact that this Thursday is going to be a bit of a wash.
He's sold exactly two books today, one on a history of a magic that Joel's told him is mostly crockery but more for the tourists than anyone else, so Spencer doesn't feel guilty letting the customer--a very sweet young woman who's just passing through--walk out the door with it; the other had been a novel about shopping or something or other for someone looking for material to read on the beach for the dwindling days of sunshine and warm air.
He's leaning against the counter and peering at his laptop now, groping near the cash register for a pair of glasses he knows he's left behind and setting them on his nose once he finds them. He'd finally gotten Crossroads on Yelp, and he's checking for reviews but as of right now there's only two. They both give the shop five stars, both reviews left by anonymous users singing the praises of the aesthetic of the store and the kindness of its owners. Spencer actually suspects that Raleigh or possibly Coop are responsible for the reviews, but he doesn't ask because if he's right, he'd have no choice but to ask them to take them down from the page. As it is, he's going to let this ride because a five-star rating is better than a zero-star rating. They have to start somewhere with this online marketing business, after all. He draws the line at the Facebook and Twitter additions, though. Spencer has no interest in either of those mediums.
He's just switched to his Quickbooks program so he can re-run the numbers on their profits and budget for the month so far when he hears the bell on the door jingle as someone steps into the shop, and he pulls his glasses from his face to offer a smile to the visitor.
[ooc: Feel free to stop in for whatever reason, strangers and friends alike.]
He's sold exactly two books today, one on a history of a magic that Joel's told him is mostly crockery but more for the tourists than anyone else, so Spencer doesn't feel guilty letting the customer--a very sweet young woman who's just passing through--walk out the door with it; the other had been a novel about shopping or something or other for someone looking for material to read on the beach for the dwindling days of sunshine and warm air.
He's leaning against the counter and peering at his laptop now, groping near the cash register for a pair of glasses he knows he's left behind and setting them on his nose once he finds them. He'd finally gotten Crossroads on Yelp, and he's checking for reviews but as of right now there's only two. They both give the shop five stars, both reviews left by anonymous users singing the praises of the aesthetic of the store and the kindness of its owners. Spencer actually suspects that Raleigh or possibly Coop are responsible for the reviews, but he doesn't ask because if he's right, he'd have no choice but to ask them to take them down from the page. As it is, he's going to let this ride because a five-star rating is better than a zero-star rating. They have to start somewhere with this online marketing business, after all. He draws the line at the Facebook and Twitter additions, though. Spencer has no interest in either of those mediums.
He's just switched to his Quickbooks program so he can re-run the numbers on their profits and budget for the month so far when he hears the bell on the door jingle as someone steps into the shop, and he pulls his glasses from his face to offer a smile to the visitor.
[ooc: Feel free to stop in for whatever reason, strangers and friends alike.]
