So the other day I went to the bookstore, and you know how much I love that.
But this time I had a plan. I had far too many books at home that I had yet to read; so I wasn’t going to buy myself anything, just birthday shop for my friend.
But then when I started looking I found all these books half off.
So I grabbed a bunch I liked along with some potentials for my friend. But then I looked at the bargain books. They were beautiful hardcover classics and oh, my I wanted them all.
So there I was with stacks of books, looking and wanting them all.
Nothing else I seem to have this problem, except with books.
But then reality hit me. I already needed more shelf space, and really have books spilling everywhere.
So I did one of the hardest things, I had to put some of the books back.
Instead I bought one book, a selection of stories from One Thousand and One Nights, in a beautiful hardcover book for only $8.
I then bought a copy of Tarzan of the Apes for $2.50; a steal of a deal.
But then I had to do something with all the books I wasn’t taking home. So I stacked them on top of each other and carried them around the store putting them back. One of the employees saw me and asked if I needed a cart, but said no I was putting things back. He was worried about me carrying so many. But I was like I work in a library, I do heavy lifting like this all the time.
Because you know, that’s how I roll.
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