So, end of the week is pickups and dropoffs, right? Usually done by lunch, all fine and dandy unless you're helping load up a full set of tables and chairs, and then you get achey. Someone walked in, said, "I'm trying to get you to give me that for free, because I think that's a five hundred dollar first edition," and I was all, "Seriously, I checked it, it's a reprint. Worth about fifty if you can find a collector, but it'd probably need to be in nicer condition."
Followed by someone deciding that today was the day to tell me about how broken the typewriter they were taking in was, and someone's "Oh yeah, it wasn't with my granny, it was in an attic at the oil change shop I work at, but I bet them if I wiped it down, you'd believe me."
Then someone told me they hoped they could get a discount for their wedding party and they all got upset because they were fine paying my prices for costume jewelry. Still kind of cute. They ended up picking up stuff for their house, with only a bit of bickering about a two seater sofa.
Still feel like Alice a bit. It's been a strange morning. Might just have a nap over lunch instead of lunch.