So much for Saturday sales. All day it's been fat middle-aged white men reading music books. 45 minutes at a stretch waiting while they read the things. Fat middle-aged white men don't buy music books. They're just killing time waiting for their wife at the sewing shop.

Oh well. I get to drop off a drum set on the way home. She's incredibly cute, and obviously doesn't have a boyfriend with a big car. Maybe I'll get lucky.