I impress myself.
I'm that awesome.
Saturday I loaded up a big bag full of books I want to get rid of. I was going to sell them on Amazon but then I remembered Half Price Books. They buy books! I could get the whole task accomplished in one fell swoop. Such efficiency!
I had some books with minimal to questionable value...the kind of dime a dozen chapter books that beginning readers read. I had some that were brand new (because I bought them not knowing we already owned them). See first few sentences of this blog post.
I figured they would give me a good amount of money for my big bag of books. They told me there would be a bit of wait. I asked Braeden if that was OK. He shrugged and said, "I'm not going anywhere." Braeden's an excellent sidekick, especially in a bookstore.
He wandered off in pursuit of treasures, and I browsed around myself.
Braeden checked in with me a few times.
"How much longer do you think it will be?"
I apologized to him. Neither of us realized what we were getting in to.
We persevered though.
Braeden found a book he's currently reading and sat in a teeny tiny chair in the children's section and read. He looked funny, his knees up around his ears. He was gamely reading though; he's a good sport. He was the single bright spot in my afternoon.
Finally, after an hour, (yes, an hour) they called my name. I was ready to hear the vast sum of money I was going to get in exchange for my stacks of books and the hour of my life I would never get back.
"$5," the man said.
"For all the books?"
To say I was demoralized is putting it gently.
"Never mind," I said. Braeden told me under his breath that he would flip over bookshelves if I wanted him to. I did, but I told him no. I gathered up my books and took them out of the store with my tail between my legs.
I had Braeden carry the 4 books I bought while I was waiting.
Yes, I bought more books since I'm not only being extremely efficient, I'm also, you know, getting rid of books.
It's really working well.