It’s So Sad, Selling Books
Ramona (not pictured) is moving to New York, and she’s decided her biggest obstacle is the books:
Now, I already sold a bunch of them to a used bookstore in the Mission. I made $30, which was awesome because as books they meant literally $0 to me. And yet I still felt all weepy when I was standing at the counter sorting my cash and watching The Fountainhead become something I was definitely never going to read. I said, “It’s so sad, selling books.” Like I was Zooey Deschanel or something, and the clerk looked at me like I was a dipshit and said, “Why? There’s always more BOOKS.”
There’s always more books.
Read on to see what happens when she gets home.