true customer tales

disheveled neo-homeless older fellow with a giant backpack and a dirty ballcap with an American flag embroidered patch on the front comes in.

Ballcap:
Is there someone here who pays cash for whatever?

Me:
If you have books, I'll take a look at them.

Ballcap:
I have these DVDs.

Me:
We don't buy DVDs. Just books.

Ballcap:
You don't buy DVDs?

Me:
No. Just books.

Ballcap:
Oh. What should I do with them then?

Me:
Whatever you want. We don't buy them, though.

Ballcap:
Oh.

*shuffles out the door*

/edit

He just wandered back in.

Ballcap:
I do have a couple of books. I don't want them, I don't need to sell them...I don't need the money. I should probably just throw them out. I don't need them.

Me:
I'll take a look a them.

Ballcap, digging around in his pack:
I don't need to come in here...I don't need money, I should just throw these away. I mean, I'll come in here to buy books, but I don't need the money. I can just give these away.


Not surprisingly, he had nothing I was interested in.
With a few more assurances that he didn't need the money, he resumed his life's journey.