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| - All right Mr. Book Snob Man, this one's for you.
Yes, I mistook your fine establishment for a Bookman's or a Half Price Books, I showed up with my milk crate full of old Stephen King paperbacks, some old scratched CDs from the 80s I've still got because even Zia won't buy 'em and a Super Mario Brothers cartridge - but still - did ya have to be such a jerk?
You sized me up quick though, didn'tcha? I said, "You buy books?" and you said, "Um, well........." while you scrutinized me and my milk carton with those judgmental brown eyes of yours, "we buy high quality hard-to-find hardback books in near-mint to mint condition... do you think you have anything that might fit that description?" I didn't, but of course I said I did, and you explained that I needed to make an appointment with your 'buyer' ooh-la-la.
So I looked around. Yeah, you've got some nice books. Some not so nice, too though. And a wee bit overpriced. I might have stayed longer, may even have made a purchase, but you're a jerk, so I didn't.
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