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I went to make a purchase from a used book shop.  Digging through my pockets for money, I came up with the usual assortment of ribbons, old receipts, post-it notes full of  phone numbers and poetry snippets, library cards, and pretty stones (three new chunks of quartz, found on the street during my morning walk).  The conversation with the bookseller went something like this:

Me: (finally finding dollar bills)  Aha!  (hands them over)
Bookseller:  So...are you one of those...(tries to think up vaguely politic phrasing)...crystal people?
Me: (snorks internally, keeps a straight face)  Nah, just an insufferable magpie.  I find the prettiest things on my morning walks.
Bookseller:  (smirks)  Like Nawat.
Me:  (snorks out loud, shocked that he'd get the reference)