The subtitle reads: &quot;I spend 80 hours a week trawling junk shops with a laser scanner. I don&#x27;t feel good about it.&quot;<p>I had the bright idea a few years back to give this a try. I went to a couple of library sales, scanning books and eyeballing others. I came away with a few books that I could have made a 5-10 dollar profit on. But I came away with something more valuable than that.<p>I looked at the other people at the sale doing the same thing I was, because there were several of them. Call me prejudiced, but here was my take. They seemed like older, retired guys who were probably earning a pension or collecting social security, and basically out and about doing this &quot;job&quot; just so that they could have an ostensible reason to escape the &quot;Eye of Sauron&quot; (read: wife).<p>None of them looked like they were making a living. They looked like they just wanted out of the house.