Customer service, Russian style

Since we went to West Hollywood for brunch today, I took the opportunity afterward to hit up some Russian stores. I've been craving Russian sauerkraut, and as long as I was over there anyway, well, produce at Russian stores is incredibly cheap. In a certain section of West Hollywood, there are like 3-5 Russian stores on every block. It's great!

Anyway, I had noticed a Russian bookstore across the street from the deli I randomly walked into and I decided to go there next. You see, my mom and I are sort of obsessed with reading this series of young adult mystery novels that are essentially Nancy Drew books in Russian. They're rather hard to find, though, and we've had to special-order all the ones we've gotten. At the first bookstore, they didn't have them, but the man thought there might be some at another bookstore on the next block. Just for context, the author of these YA mysteries also writes romances novels.

Conversation at bookstore #2:
Dour man (most likely shop owner): Can I help you find something, young lady?
Me: I'm looking for books by Elizabeth Wilmont...
Dour man: (Sneering) We don't sell those here. In fact, we don't sell "ladies literature" at all.
Me: I was actually looking for the young adult mysteries...
Dour man: I know what you're looking for. Those books are crap! We don't carry that here. Wilmont churns them out to pay the bills. She was such a brilliant translator! And her father was too.
Me: Ok...
Dour man: So, if you actually want to buy a GOOD book, we sell those here. I can help you with that.
Me: ...Well, no. Ok, thanks, bye.

And I left. :)