Fuck customer service and fuck psychonormative ideas about being helpful

Who's been in Waterstones recently? It's bloody horrible! It used to be this nice quiet soothing place I went to because I could commune with the books and ignore people. But now the staff pounce on you the moment you get in the door. "Have you found what you're looking for?" Well, no, because I wasn't looking for the doorframe or the welcome mat. Gimme a minute! Then they hover behind you and ask follow-up questions. It's okay; I'm not going to steal anything. Please fuck off out of my personal space now. Sheesh.