They were kind to the store clerk, never let on she was not a doctor, were "grateful" to be thought of as such. I didn't mean it as disparagement to the store clerk as much as to show the little, literary "pretentions" on my friends' parts (Anne was founding president of the Friends of the Library is how we met). It was a great store, no longer exists as it was in the 1970s in Washington, D.C. and all that is gone now, of a different age (when everyone still treated "doctors" like a breed apart). I think there's a Starbucks or some such there now :-(