But it wasn't a total waste, and Edwards' weekend adventures are always hoppin'. We came out with a few books for Duncan, and I picked up Jeeves and the Tie That Binds by P. G. Wodehouse, an author I've been meaning to read.
I couldn't land my first choice, a first edition of Winston Churchill's My African Journey. I opened the cover, observed the price, and handed the book to the seller for purchase. Here follows the subsequent conversation.
Bookseller: "Do you know how much this costs?"
Me: "Eight dollars, I think it said."
Bookseller: "It's actually eight hundred."
Me: "Oh." Awkward pause. "That's a bit out of my price range."
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