This morning outside of Dollar General, a little girl holding some papers stopped me. I thought she was going to give me a sheet advertising some kind of fund raising car wash or similar. Instead, she asked me if I wanted to buy a picture for 10¢. The pictures turned out to be crudely torn out pages from a coloring book that weren't colored particularly well. I bought one.
I don't know why, but the whole transaction left me feeling depressed. She'll never make any money selling them for 10¢. She should at least sell them for a buck apiece. Don't underestimate the power of guilt, little girl.