Down at the Famous Weird-Ass Bookstore, →[More:] we not only buy books from crazy people* who walk in off the street, we also have a team of guys who drive around in a Suburban picking up big lots of books from people that I sort through during the downtime between the off-the-street sellers. Sometimes these people seem to think that 'book' means 'anything on paper,' which neccessitates me going through piles of leaflets, magazines**, high school yearbooks, corporate reports, diaries (makes me feel like a voyeur, even though they are never interesting), report cards, post cards, greeting cards and once a bunch of ancient computer punch cards.
Some folks even manage to slip in very odd non-paper items. Once there was a box of microwaveable hair-removal product, another time a
crack pipe. The other day there was an Oriental-lettered box containing two ceramic elephants with their trunks entwined on a base emblazoned 'Las Vegas,' (I don't know either). That I brought home and we put it on top of the TV in the bedroom. Today I found a hand held electronic bridge game. The batteries seem to be dead but other than that it looks fine and is sitting on my sill.
I'm thinking of starting a salvage business a la
Sanford & Son to find homes for all this shit. Any volunteers to be my Lamont?
*
Yesterday, we had some octogenarian dude with jet-black hair combed like Alfalfa's minus the point. He punctuated every utterance with 'I'm from Brooklyn'in a Rain Man-esque voice followed by the name of a Dodgers player of yore. he did this all through the store to everyone who's path he crossed. According to aco-worker he did the same thing to a pair of deaf people on the street. I'm sorry I missed that since I'd love to learn the sign for 'what the fuck?'
**
The magazines are often of the [ahem] adult variety. Yesterday, midway through a batch of high end art and philosophy books, I encountered a huge stack of gay porn. And I don't mean nude photography art or figure studies. I mean porn. The mag on top was called Manpower and featured an aggressively mustachio'd dude wearing a hardhat, a toolbelt and nothing else.