Man walks into a book store. Man sees a lot of books. Man likes books, so man really likes this particular Vancouver book store because they have a lot of books. Man realizes it’s a second-hand book store and is a little disappointed until he sees a pile of sports books next to a sign that says, “IOC Propaganda”. Man laughs and looks at the propaganda books, and realizes that the old books are cool.

Man goes deeper into the store, finds all kinds of categories he’s never gone through before. Man stops at “Cheyenne-Comanche” section. Man picks up a book, man puts it down. Man goes to “WWI”. Man goes to “Movies-Movie history”. Man finds old magazines. Man goes to fiction, stops at “Mark Twain”. Man goes to “Art”. Man goes “WWII”. Man goes nuts.

Suddenly…

Man stops. Man looks up. Man examines books in front him. Man seems to be sweating a little. Man picks up cell phone from pocket. Man looks like he’s texting somebody.

Man’s not really texting, he’s just a victim of the Bookstore Syndrome.