[At the Book Outlet, a male customer walks past me with a male manager toward the back of the store in the adult book section -- as opposed to the children's book section -- and speaks with increasing desperation, but rationally. The manager remains solicitous and curious throughout the exchange.]
Male customer to manager, then to a female customer: "I'm just saying -- ma'am? Ma'am, you have a small child, don't you?"
Female customer with five-year-old daughter running around the store: "Yes."
Male customer: "Could you come take a look at this, please?"
[Female customer starts walking toward male customer and manager, confused but obviously wanting to be helpful.]
Manager to male customer: "No. No, I'm not going to let you do this to the customers."
Female customer, awkwardly and backing away: "Sorry..."
Male customer: "I'm just saying, there should be a sign, because there are children wandering around this store, and they might wander into that section."
Manager: "Well, there are signs clearly marking the adult books from the children's books." [The store is divided in half by these categories.]
Male customer, increasingly desperate: "But there are children around, and there's a picture of man and a woman naked, there, touching each other, and I'm just saying that kids could see that and think 'oh, yeah, that's something I want to experiment with' before they're really ready -- before they're emotionally ready."
Manager: "I don't know what you want me to do, though."
Male customer: "Well, the police are going to be involved in this."
Manager: "What would you say is the difference between art and pornography, though?"
[They walk out of earshot toward the front of the store.]
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