“Buy Local” Fail

I’m visiting my sister’s family next week.  I’ve been getting in the habit of buying books for my little nephews in preparation for their late teens when they start getting curious about drugs and porn.  Then I’ll be the goofy aunt who gave them “that” book, and maybe they’ll talk to me about stuff they can’t talk to their mom about.  Besides, the nephews are cute, and totally deserve a copy of Terry Pratchett’s “Where’s My Cow?”

I live in Cambridge, MA, one of the last places in the country with independent bookstores.  I decided to buy the book locally and bring it with me on the plane instead of, say, copping out and ordering it from Amazon to be shipped.

I went to Curious George Goes to Wordsworth.  They did not have the book, but said that they could order it.

I went to the Harvard Bookstore.  They did not have the book, but said that they could order it.

I went to Pandemonium Books and Games.  They’d certainly have it.  Nope.  They offered to order it.  I explained the nephews.  They tried to figure out if they could order it to be shipped to my nephews for me, but finally admitted that it would be cheaper for me to order from Amazon.

I just ordered the book from Amazon.