1. There is no time where it is inappropriate for someone to leave a copy of The Watchtower. Apparently.
2. Even if a person is holding a beverage in their hand that probably cost nearly $4 and even though they will be relieving themselves of that beverage into the city sewer within the hour, it is still acceptable to talk me down on a hard-cover journal from the marked $2 to $1 because it’s not bad enough that I’m taking an $18 loss on it.
3. I am strangely insulted when people insult my stuff.
4. North Dakotans prefer scotcheroo bars 3:1 over cupcakes, and 2:1 over monster cookies.
5. If you’re not going to buy my books, GET YOUR GRUBBY FINGERPRINT-LEAVING PAWS OFF AND STOP SMASHING THE COVERS AND PAGES AND BACK AWAY FROM THEM.

I will be taking my items to the non-profit secondhand store instead, where I don’t have to deal with people and can get a receipt for a tax write-off if need be.

Because setting up a rummage sale, sitting there all day while people don’t buy unless talking you down in price, and then tearing it all down with a day’s total of $7, sucks.

I could’ve made more money in a coma, and at least gotten some sleep out of the deal.