Recovering the Lunar Module

The following facts will help immensely before reading:

-My new best friends name is Matt Luna.
-People call him Matt.
-I refuse to call him this.
-Instead, I call him “Lunar Module.”
-I refuse to search for people in stores.
-Instead, I have them paged on the intercom.

Any Austinite will tell you that Book People, a funky home grown literary sanctuary, is THE place to go for bibliophiles and casual readers alike. The voluminous shelves are a bouquet of great literature, obscure novels, and Austin memorabilia crammed together, all of which can be enjoyed while lounging in a late 19th century dentists chair. There’s good reason Barnes and Noble, just one mile away, went out of business.

What they won’t tell you is that the eclectic staff operates under the solitary rule which overtly governs the city: Keep it weird. So when my friend Andy and I made a request of the heavyset bald man, bespectacled with thick framed psuedo-intellectual glasses and corduroy sports coat (the classic Austin “I’m a pretentious artist/UT student/obscure music loving/vegetarian twenty-something outfit), he was happy to oblige. After receiving his instructions, he demands in a robust voice over the intercom:

Attention Book People customers, would the Lunar Module please come to the front desk. Lunar Module, it is imperative you come to the front desk. Please return from orbit at this time, Lunar Module.