“I’m great. And I’m calling to let … um … Billy? Yes, Billy. If you could let Billy know that his special order of copy of The Satanic Bible has arrived.”

Love it.

I don’t recall ever ordering the Satanic Bible or Necronomican for any creepy kids while I worked at Waldenbooks, but I did like to loudly embarrass the teenagers trying to sneak around magazines to look at Playboy.