A demi-homeless fellow in a filthy navy watch cap rolled up to the door on a splintered skateboard, a white plastic trash bag half-full of paperbacks slung over his shoulder.
He hauled them onto the counter & began worrying at the knot like a racoon.
It was fairly bustling and I was busy on the phone, checking titles and ringing people up for a good 5 minutes.
I checked back in and he was still picking and tugging, having succeeded only in making it more secure.
I started pricing stuff out and worked through a sizeable stack before he surrendered to the knot and tore through the side of the bag with his fingernails.
Unfortunately the books were about what you'd expect given their provenance- I was hoping for a buried treasure that would provide a happy capstone to the tale.
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