Textbook Returns

A long haired, unshaven white guy in a pink shirt, seemingly overwhelmed and trying to go home, paused to hear my plea. I had arrived a full thirty minutes after the last transaction of the day to return my rental books. A student rushed in to find out what time they opened, he was leaving town and desperately wanted to sell his books. "The tills are closed, cash is gone" came from behind the half open window, "we open at nine." "Rental returns I can do" Mr. Pink Shirt said as he motioned me forward, the rental stickers ever blaring from my textbooks. I felt lucky as I watched two more students head for the closed window as I pulled out of the parking lot.