scot, it appears from my reading of the OP that the guy Terrifel spoke to was just some dude in the shop, not the owner. And so what if it was? Are stupid people not allowed to have nice things, or is that a privilege that you reserve for yourself? (One wonders if the premise isn’t faulty, anyway. ;))
Boy, I swung both ways (in a moral sense, you perverts) reading the OP and following the thread thereafter, but in the end, I have to side with You Did The Right Thing.
For all the obvious reasons: you’re happy it worked out this way, these books were not on the shelf, mismarked (in which case, I would have grabbed with both hands), and the clerk, while obviously being helpful, was also not well trained by bringing out a box of books that had not been priced.
I hope the owner will (gently) set him straight, once he realizes what almost walked out of his store.
And not only that, you’ve written a very funny essay about the experience. I strongly suggest flogging it to one of the comic strip magazines and see if they’ll bite. It’s that good.
All my Gladstone/Whitman/Harvey books have already been passed in my latest comic organizing spree - should be as simple as copying few lines out of the spreadsheet.