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I am so not a collector.
Mar. 18th, 2009 12:58 pmI went to Michael's Books, my local used bookstore of choice, to buy some big books of photography, hoping for inspiration. When I was paying, the clerk (whose name I can never remember) was commenting they hadn't seen me in a while. We talked for a bit, when Michael showed up. He said he had something he thought I'd like, and took me upstairs to see the collector's room. We talked about books and what I was interested in. (and he guessed my tastes pretty well.) Halfway through this, I realized that downstairs, I'd mentioned my change of vacation plans, and as a result, I had a thousand dollars free, and was buying books. (My thought being, "so I don't feel bad buying 200$ of books, because I'm letting myself splurge, but no more than this $200.) So of course, when Michael hears that, he's going to be all, "let me show you my thousand dollar books!"
He showed me some book that said $12.50 on the inside cover, and I figured I'd buy it out of that sense of guilt that comes with a bookseller going out of their way to show you stuff. Turns out it was $1250.00. Sheesh. While I might do collecting someday, simply because it seems like a nice way for a write to store extra money, I wouldn't do it for the lulz because hey, $1250??
He showed me some book that said $12.50 on the inside cover, and I figured I'd buy it out of that sense of guilt that comes with a bookseller going out of their way to show you stuff. Turns out it was $1250.00. Sheesh. While I might do collecting someday, simply because it seems like a nice way for a write to store extra money, I wouldn't do it for the lulz because hey, $1250??
