Ohhh.... I remember reading this way back in the day, back when bookstores were still a thing. Yep... I'd stand there, because all the Asian kids took the good sitting spots, and I'd bask in the marvelous world of Japanese mango and animuy, at least until someone came by to bother me.
"Oh man, that is a fucking good series."
"Did you know you can buy the anime books for a discount."
"do you know what would be a good series for my daughter?"
Fuck off cunts, I just want to read without paying for things! Unable to say this out loud, I would, without fail, collapse in a pool of my own pent up bile. Meekly, I apologized to the Asian kids, whose designer shoes I had inadvertently messed up, and they would look upon me coldly, their eyes peering over the cover of Love Hina. There was no Love to be had, for Hina, or for me.