Or, in this case, the textbook.
Don't you know when I dash into the bookstore on my way to class to pick up the book from which I have a reading due for tomorrow, they are sold out.
Helpful Clerk: "Uh, I guess there must be more people in the class than he expected."
Me: Some sort of sneer that doesn't cross the line into unfriendly.
HC: "I can order you a copy, but it might not get here until Friday. Is that OK?"
Me: "Well, that's better than no day." I like to revert to sarcasm occasionally. Now it was his turn to make suspicious facial expressions.
Fortunately there are advantages to being an older and more experienced grad student. When I got to tonight's class it was less than a minute before I had a virtual stranger lend me his copy. As an undergrad in a classroom of people I didn't know, I never would have been so daring.
And now I must go read my borrowed book.