I was once on a bus ride from St. Louis to Minneapolis. This meant going through Iowa. We stopped frequently to some fast food place. This was to break up the trip really for the driver who would pass out due to the monetony of the straight roads through cornfields.

One stop took us to a fast food/gas station. On a table near the rest rooms was a table loaded with second hand books for sale. A number of us ditched getting food and bought books for the rest of the ride. That was certainly an authentic book sale.

A wonderful read. My boyfriend and I were talking this morning about the coffee shop/cafe we frequent over its aesthetic and the ability to do any meaningful work there. It was not. We like going there just for quality time.

Rox of Spazhouse, Intuitive Research