This is Your Dream Job, Right?

The man turns to go after paying for his books, gets to the door, pauses, and looks back at me where I stand behind the front desk. His hand is on the door knob. Smiling and a bit sheepish, he asks a question.

“So, this must be a dream, right? Owning a bookshop? Selling books? Is this the dream job everyone thinks it is?”