Best on a rainy day

There is always a voice in the back of a readers head that, on a rainy/ devil powdery (snowy) day, when you look outside, it screams in bloody jubilee at the prospect of blankets, tea/cocoa, and fluffy chair sitting happiness that can only be brought on by diving head first into print.
Yes, the rainy day. Every bookie's ideal day. Some times it is important to go outside and splash around after reading really uplifting poetry or watching "Singing in the Rain" (because lets face it, if you love books and you are carbon based, you love that movie). But in general, it is the best weather for a book. Any book. You could have a sudden urge to grab that copy of "Cheese and Culture: A History of Cheese and Its Place in Western Civilization" that your mother in law got you a few birthdays ago. (Real book. Look it up. Not a bad read.)  Whatever the case, rain + books= ahhhhhhhhhhh yeeeaaaaaaaaaa. (Snow depends on how much you hate it. Snowy days makes me want to make a blanket fort and hide for days).
Now, I have established that little voice inside your head, that sees the rain or smells the petrichor (look it up) and goes insane with paperback fanaticism. Why then, is it, that on a rainy day, I can go HOURS and HOURS without seeing a single soul in to purchase the object of their next mild obsession?
The point of this post, rainy days + book store = an unnecessary amount of dusting/ alphabetizing. Not only that, we also see and smell the rain. And so we also have a maddening desire to tear into the nearest novel. So we spend our time organizing, and dusting, and re-organizing, and re-dusting, and OH THERE'S A CUSTOMER, and dusting one more time (just in case).
And then there are the times when we finally accept that if we dust anymore, we will become lemon scented for the rest of our lives, and we have also memorized the YA section on accident. At this point we have two options: meander aimlessly to make it appear like we have some eloquent book-selling task at hand, or we can stand at the front desk and try and research more books to recommend.
Now it may be different for other indie bookstores, but at mine, we unfortunately don't have a very loud radio. So, if you are far enough away from it, there is a persistent hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm coming from one of our lights...
Torture I tell you. Torture.
And then, unfortunately, we attack the next customer with frantic zeal because here is a living person to commune with.
So, what we should all have learned from this is, customers of any local bookstore, make sure you do your booksellers a favor and next time it rains and you have a spare minute or two, pop in to chat, as we love a good chat.