Half Price Bookstore. After today, I am officially never stepping foot in that place again.
I remember like YEARS ago, when I loaded up a box of seriously crappy books to take to HPB, to see if I could squeak out maybe fifty cents from them. And even though they were old college text books and shabby old beach novels, I remember that they gave me loads of money for them. I probably walked out of there with around $35 or so, and I remember thinking, “Wow. This place rulez with a z even.”
Fast forward to a few years ago, when I sent Mr. Mock on another bookselling run. This time, we sold them some books of modest worth – some good condition hardbacks and well-kept paperbacks, and he came home with like $17. At the time, I thought it was really odd that he only got such a small amount, but I chalked it up to Mr. Mock’s aversion to negotiating, and that was that.
Much of this week (which Mr. Mock and I have happily had off of work) has been spent ridding our house of crap. We’ve cleaned out closets and taken stuff to Goodwill and emptied cabinets and I’m not kidding you – the house actually FEELS LIGHTER, if that’s possible. One of my assignments was to box up another load for HPB. This time, I was really excited about it because I had 2 large boxes worth of really mint condition hardcovers of current titles. You know, novels that would cost at least $20 each RIGHT NOW at Barnes and Nobles or Borders.
I took the boxes in to HPB, waited for them to whip out their trusty little pocket calculators, and call my name to announce their offer. Some billygoat of a girl called my name, and I anxiously walked up to the counter, prepared to hear an offer of at least $75. The piles and piles of books I brought were there, right in front of me and the billygoat, and she looks at them, looks at me, and says:
“We can do $22 today.”
I looked at her – stunned speechless. She glared at me. Finally, I said, “For ALL of them?” She bleated, “Yeeaaahh.”
I weighed my options. It was either take the 22 measly dollars, or pack up the books and load them into Suki and back into my newly weightless house. I decided to take the cash. “Ok” I said. Billygoat said, “So…you’re ok with that?” I think she was surprised by how much she was screwing me over too.
Anyway, it is total BULLSH*T that all I got was $22 measly dollars. I browsed around in there and their prices are totally ridiculous. Next time, I will do lot sales on ebay. HPB jerks.