So I'm at a bookstore which is part of a popular chain and I'm buying a volume of the Death Note manga for a friend's birthday present. I reach the counter, hand the book to the cashier - a woman maybe in her late forties, who doesn't look pleased that OMG A TEENAGER!!1!1! is in her store - and ask to have the book gift-wrapped, please. She looks at me, looks at the book, and then looks at me as if I'm a piece of gum on her shoe. And then she says: "Don't you want to buy a real book?" Not bad service so much as VERY impolite, but still. Ergh.