They’re stacked up 15 - 20 deep all over my desk, around it and underneath. Some days I can’t move between here and the kitchen very easily. And I went to another book fair over the weekend.
This one was outdoors in the blazing sun. No one burst out in song, there were no overly aggressive seniors fighting about the 78s selection and the staff was friendly.
But, there was the Chinese guy who came up as I was going through the foreign section.
CG: Hey! These books are all in Chinese!
Me (Uh, you’re looking at the Chinese books, fool.)
CG: I can’t read any of this stuff!
Me (gives him a look)
CG: Wow! All this, and I can’t read any of it! I wonder if there are any cookbooks, at least.
Me (thinks of pointing him to the cookbooks section, then realize he probably only wants Chinese cookbooks)
For once, there were at least three other people suffering from severe allergies. One woman, breathing loudly through her mouth, was flinging books down. A man nearby managed to breathe through his nose, but very badly. A 300+ lb woman lumbered by, and passed a large amount of audible gas with tremendous enthusiasm.
Some grizzled guy came up to the Old Books table, and kept staring at my sweating face, then started laughing. Surely it was at least 90°, maybe I was sweating too much for his taste.
I’ll show you a purchase or two when I can find my camera.