Old Ladies Who Work At Used Book Stores Are Bitches

I mean, is it just me?

I have got mucho books all over my house and I realize the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I have boxes EVERYWHERE...office, bedroom, attic, garage, living room and I am sure I forgot some other places.

So the used book store that I frequent (which also happens to be the only one in town) accepts only one bag of books per visit. So this morning, I crammed as many into a paper sack to trade in. I walk into Paperbacks Trade N Save with a big smile and a big bag of books. Well the old HAG who happen to be working there today, looks as if I have backed my car right up to the door and there is an assembly line of books being continually dumped in the store.

"What'd you do? Let 'em stack up on you?" She asked clearly upset because her OLD ASS IS GOING TO HAVE TO GET UP OUT OF HER CHAIR! AND COULD YOU PLEASE GET A CALCULATOR AT LEAST? I CANNOT STAND WATCHING YOU LICK YOUR PENCIL BEFORE YOU START ADDING UP MY PURCHASE ON SCRAP PIECES OF PAPER!!

"Oh, no mam! This does not even scratch the surface of what I have," I informed her with no small measure of pride.

"Well, I'm not fooling with em," She said, silently pleading with me to thump her on the ear. I know she's old but that does not give her the right to be a crotchety bitch.

"Well, its a good thing I only brought one bag then!" I said before heading into the Romance room.

Well, the rest of my visit, I could hear her slamming my used books down on the desk has she tallied each one. I took immense pleasure as the sound grew harsher with each paperback. But then I start thinking...you know...this is a prime example of what is wrong with this country. IT IS YOUR JOB LADY, TO ALLOW ME TO TRADE MY BOOKS IN. AND IT IS ALSO YOUR JOB TO LIKE IT. By the time I found what I was looking for, I could feel the heat boiling off her.
I had $87.50 in credit and I took two books up to the desk with no register or calculator and only pencils and scratch pieces of paper.

"Is that it?"

"Yes mam. I'll see if I can't find some books to pickup when I come back tomorrow with another bag." I licked my lips as I prepared to go in for the kill.

"You already have $90 in credit. How much more could you need?" She took her glasses off her head and slung them onto the desk.

"Oh, its not about credit. I just need to get them out of my way," I said sweetly.

"Well there is a limit you know, " She refused to look at me.

"Oh, yes mam! I know...One bag per visit..it says right there on that sign, so I plan on stopping by everyday this week."

She glared at me for AT LEAST thirty seconds SOLID. I stared back. I could hear old western music playing as our standoff continued. I kept waiting for a tumbleweed to roll past me.

"Hmph. Well, I sure am glad I'm not gonna be working everyday this week," She said as she crossed her arms and picked at minuscule fuzz on her shirt.

Me too, lady, me too.