So, I'm buying this bookshop in Hythe, Southampton...UK. It's a lovely little shop. It's called Chapter One and it has been my local bookshop, run by my friend Jackie, for years.
Jackie is leaving so she can spend more time seeing the world, so I've bought it off of her. It's a good deal as far as I'm concerned. She's created a stunning business that does really well. In Hythe.
On top of what Jackie has already established, I'm going to be opening the shop up for writer's groups, book clubs, art groups...anything we can think of, to get a bit of an artist's community feel to the place. It's very exciting.
But something has already happened that made me feel strange about the next chapter. I high-fived someone the other day, during a conversation.
I didn't think that much of it. It was just a high-five. Me and the guy I high-fived probably reached some sort of conclusion about some sort of junk we were talking and I high-fived him as a means of congratulation.
He went away.
The other day, a woman came in and said to me 'Oooh, I know you! You HIGH-FIVED MY HUSBAND!'
(never before has a high-five ever been a topic of marital discussions, I swear)
Apparently it was a little frowned upon by the Hythe community. Even though, as I often point out that the way Hythonians say 'Hythe' it usually sounds like 'HIVE' - HIGH FIVE - HI-VE. Makes sense to me to high five in Hythe.
So from now on, I'm going to high-five everyone. And maybe do some gang knuckle touching.
Hello HIVE. I'm here! :)
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