To buy a book at an old bookstore

My parents and I were walking by Mesilla downtown, a tiny yet colorful place at Las Cruces, NM. People by the stores were buying navajo balms which promised to be magical in healing most of the pains a man could have. My father pointed out an old bookstore, all excited to see my reaction. All enthusiastic, we got inside. A very smart dog was lying on the floor. My mom told the tenant "what a beautiful dog" in her adorable natural british accent, to which she didn't have an answer. Posteriormente, me sentí en una situación privilegiada al poder preguntarle si tenía el libro de "No country for old men" de Cormac McCarthy a lo que ella me preguntó "what's the genre?" And i said, in a very fast and tripping pronounciation "Litterature" and she said "I'm sorry" and I repeated, now, with a softer t sound "Literature" and she still couldn't understand my extra bad english. I was ashamed, very very ashamed, justo acababa de presentar mi examen TOEFL y mi puntaje había sido alto y ahí estaba, frente a mis padres, sin poder decir la palabra que define toda mi carrera y lo que más amo en este mundo. Fueron largos tres segundos de pensamiento cuando un joven de lentes y cabello dorado dice "Literature, No country for old men by Cormac McCarthy, its a very known and mainstream book ma'am, -luego mirándome a mi- maybe... you can find it at Barnes and Nobles" The old and pale faced woman reacted as if she had a resorte up her ass "Oh yeah yeah, I have it! Follow me." El muchacho me siguió con la mirada as I said a very dim "thank you" and he whispered "No tiene nada qué ver con tu acento, tu inglés es buenísimo, sólo que... Bueno." Sólo alcancé a guiñarle el ojo rápidamente y decirle "muchas gracias" de nuevo antes de seguir a la anciana con parálisis facial hacia un pedacito de estante en donde estaban los libros de literatura. I was still ashamed. I held the book in my hands, still sweating from such an uncomfortable situation. I looked at all the books and the prices were the same ones they had at Barnes and Nobles. Decidí volver al mostrador. Le dejé muy lentamente el libro en el mostrador, lo suficiente como para que esa mujer anciana con parálisis labial pudiera poner sus horrendos ojos azules en mi rostro. "Thanks. Your store needs fresh air. I rather buy this book at Barnes and Nobles. Thank you." As I was leaving the store, a bitter yet proudful fragrance invaded my nose. It sure got me emotional to be a stranger in a new town.