An Occasional Loiterer came in, popped two books on the counter and said "I don't want these anymore."
I am so weary of some of the loiterers, that I jut assumed he was trying to return books because he had read them.
"So...you want to return them?"
He didn't make eye contact. "No. I just thought someone else might want them. I do not want money. I want someone else to be happy."
Well, FINE, maybe I'll just stop being pessimistic for the next hour. FINE.