strange days

this older gal in a business suit comes in with three big boxes of stuff.
I sort through it, find a decent pile we can use and make an offer.

She squeals "I think I brought in the wrong books!" and is now frantically scrabbling through the pile muttering to herself.

As of this writing she's pulled back about 9/10ths of my 'buy' pile.


Earlier a wild eyed gal with a frizzy perm sold us some good architecture and soil science books, narrating my sorting process with a running monologue of how much each book was worth online, including the worthless ones. I'm getting more background than I wanted on her disastrous foray into homebuilding. She's aghast at the relative worthlessness of most of her library on the internet.

"There's nothing wrong with these books! The information is the same, why won't people buy them!"

A question I often ask myself.


Update:
Wrong Book Lady eventually finished her rampage and was shocked to discover that she had voided my offer by pulling back most of the saleable books. In the process of re-sorting the buy I discovered that she'd sifted many books from my reject pile into the buy pile.

Do they think I'm not paying attention, or that I'm brain damaged, or what?

Adding to the day's general air of Fellini-esque mania there's a crew of Germans on the sidewalk outside having a combination photo shoot/argument. There's no language like German for arguing!