I like reading books about war dogs, shipwrecks, and lady aviators.
I shopped at a disorganized but homely independent bookshop almost exclusively for most of the time I've lived in my city, but unintentionally abandoned it in favor of a more professional independent bookstore (one of my friends was working there, support your friends, etc, etc).
Yesterday, I went back to the little store for the first time in YEARS and ended up with this huge pile of books that was making me feel guilty, cause, there goes my money, y'know?? Turns out I had SIXTY DOLLARS of trade credit on my account and didn't even have to pay anything.
Thanks for being there for me after all these years, little store. (Also, one of the people working there was someone I knew my freshmen year of college and we had a very funny impromptu reunion, so, winning all around.)