Half Price Doesn’t Pity Your Crappy Books
I’m pretty shameless. However yesterday’s less than proud americano required self-burglary, and I’m pretty sure my piggy bank is pissed.
After counting out 17 dimes, 3 quarters and a nickel, I wouldn’t be surprised if the baristas at Vita have pasted my mug above the register, with a fat sharpie slash over my face.
My Mrs. Moneybags morning was enough to send me to Half Price Books to get cash for some dusty books.
Word to the wise: Half Price ain’t shellin out for shitty books, go elsewhere.
As much as I love that place, three purseloads (bear in mind I could backpack most of the world, feed most of the hungry and schlub around a baby hippo in one of my enormous bags) should have landed me with more than $24. $24!!
The process: go downstairs, empty your library on the counter. They’ll sort through and after 15-20 minutes come up with a price. From there you can either sell or peace out. I should have peaced.
The major plus was that they offered to dispose of, donate or god knows what with my less than appreciated literature. My heinous, unsellable literature.
A tip: be especially aware of any embarrassing high school pictures where braces and bad prom dates photos that are hiding between pages.
I’ve heard that Twice Sold Tales buys back, however these feline loving book nerds aren’t currently buying back for cash, credit only.
Be smarter than I was: read the buy guy’s faqs and you’ll likely score more cash than my measly $24.
p.s. not only do I feel royally irked, the tempting sale left me walking out with $4. Sure, I’m now a proud owner of a Blood, Sweat & Tears record and an Ogden Nash Biography (which I doubt either are going to get my 6 weeks worth of laundry done any time soon).
