About one in eight people who try to sell me books leave either slightly dissatisfied or right pissed off. This dude came in when I was in the middle of fixing a leaky roof and fifteen other things. He wanted me to look at his books right now. 

It was a box of crap. Basically Shirley MacLaine and a bunch of VHS tapes. I’m not any more of a bigot than you are, so I won’t give you this man’s ethnicity. Let’s call him Suspendered Man of Unidentified Ethnic Origin. He also had a beard with no moustache. Oops! Did I give it away?

Me: I’m sorry sir, there’s nothing in there we can use today. Thank you.

SMoUEO: Well, these books I’m looking at to purchase are quite expensive. This one’s $10.

Me: I’m sorry. There’s really nothing in the box we can use.

SMoUEO: Well, I’ve brought some books here. You want to sell me some books?

Me: Yes.

SMoUEO: Well, you buy those books, I’ll buy these. How are we going to do this otherwise?

Me: Bring some cash you earned from whatever it is you do for a living.

SMoUEO: You want to lose a sale? You don’t want customers?

At which point, I walked away because this gentleman and I had a different idea of what the word customer means. He took his box of crap and drove off in his shiny new truck.