I arrived at the shop at 9.45am this morning. The shop opens at 10am - there was already a woman stood outside in the rain - so I knew she would be trying to sell rather than buy, and that I wouldn't want it. (No-one has EVER queued up outside to purchase, and the quality of the books from those who do wait are ALWAYS appalling).
As I come in, there are very well spoken mutterings of "about time, I have been waiting in the rain for ages"
"Well I don't open until ten" I reply, but she barges past anyway, with a "20 minutes I've been stood there. Now - I've to sell you some books"
"What sort of books" quoth I, with a heavy heart and dripping coat.
"Oh, I don't know - all sorts - my aunt has died, and I'm clearing them out - there's thousands of them."
"we only buy certain kinds of books...."
"there are hundreds of pristine Readers Digest condensed volumes and paperbacks."
"I'm sorry" I reply "We don't buy Readers Digest or paperbacks - I just can't sell them....."
She interrupts with a "I don't expect a fortune for them, a couple of pounds each will be fine, there's a lot of beautiful book club boos as Well"
"I can't sell those either I'm afraid. It doesn't sound as if there are any there for me."
"Nonsense - I'll drop them off, and you can look through them all, pay me for the good ones, and then you can dispose of the rest."
Stifling a more appropriate response, I explain that I don't do that, as I would be flooded with unwanted books in the shop. If she wanted to drive past with them in the car, I could have a quick look and buy the odd one that was suitable, but I didn't hold out much hope.
"Oh no" she replies - "I can't be bothered with that - then I would have to dispose of the rest of them"
And with that she swept out of the shop.