I was walking down the street when I saw this clown punting a copy of my book. "Hey, hey," I said. "What's the deal? Didn't like the book?"
"I didn't even read it," he replied. "I bought it this morning just for the pleasure of kicking it."
"You've never chosen any of my continuations or captions. Screw you." He gave the book another kick.
"Are you aware," I said, "that I printed only two hundred copies of that book, and when they're gone you'll be able to name your own price on Ebay?"
"Yeah? I never thought of that. Maybe I should buy 'em all. How many have you got left?"
"Let's see, as of this morning . . . 199."