Mission accomplished.

I went downtown to the bookstore, pulled into a metered spot with time left on it, and stood in line.

The cashier was being a cow (I don't really expect them to care, but don't be an ass about it), so I asked for a manager. He didn't seem to understand what was going on until I told him to look at the order.

Then, after standing at the customer service desk, he comes out with my book. I'm so glad it's over.

Now I get to start my homework all over again! Whoopee!