Today, DH offered to take me to a closing down sale at a major bookstore about half an hour's drive away from us. I yielded instantly to temptation and we spent about an hour and a half browsing.
It was utterly chaotic. The shop was well-staffed, most of them were standing around doing little and had allowed the stock which remained to have become utterly disorganised.
It was utterly impossible to find anything as all fiction and non-fiction were hopelessly jumbled. On one shelf, self-help books jostled next to gardening, sex manuals, foreign language textbooks and children's books.
I know the shop is closing down, but common sense would dictate that you would sell far more books if they were kept in broadly accurate categories of fiction and non-fiction at the very least..........
I did manage to get a few gems, at 50% discount, so that made the trip worthwhile. My DH deserves a medal :-)