An unexpected find on the library free pile:
A pile of L. Ron Hubbard books, still in their plastic wrap. Egads. Don't know what to make of that. Usually all that's there are old dictionaries, romance novels, and books with names like, The Killer She Loved or Love Comes for Breakfast. Actually I made those two up, I can't remember any specifics, but there are always books there with the dumbest names, and you are like, kinda depressed about it, because someone spent a lot of time writing it, and now its just on some free table at the library and no one wants it. It's just sad, that's all.