"Yes?" I inquire mildly.
"Well, I have this book!"
"I'm SELLING it. To YOU!" Like this is the opportunity of my lifetime, eternal salvation at a bargain rate.
"Ok," I say, picking it up for examination.
The book is an out of date paperback biography of Marie Osmond, beat to heck, with a black remainder mark across the bottom.
"Well, we can't use this right now, but thanks for bringing it in."
She deflated like a thwarted toddler, face crumpling into a wad.
"But...WHY NOT?" she almost wailed.
Judging the truth as too incendiary (crappy book, terrible condition, I wouldn't take it if she paid me) I opted for a white lie.
"We've already got a copy- sorry!"
"Oh. Oh well!"
And off she went.
A very passionate lady.