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I have this one patron who comes in and mostly gets movies and rock cds and reminds me a lot of my dad, in that he's about the right age, balding, soft-spoken, and quietly warmly funny. I like him a lot. (He also never needs any help with the self-check machine and is the only IRL person I've had a conversation about the Chernow Hamilton biography with, so even without the resemblance he'd be on my list of favorites.)

Recently, he's been watching his way through the Harry Potter movies. He hasn't read the books, but he picked up the first movie for some reason and really enjoyed it. (It seems to surprise him, how much he enjoyed it.) Now every time he comes in, he asks me for the next one - he just turned in Order of the Phoenix - and spends a few minutes quietly gushing about how great the Harry Potter series is.

It is the cutest damned thing imaginable.