From the Book, Bad Beekeeping, by Ron Miksha

I would try to sell all the honey I couldn't eat.

Honey prices were down. The packers couldn't offer much money for my honey.

It was obvious that I wasn't having much success selling my honey in big steel drums for top dollar. I needed to find a better way to get a good price.

I decided to fill more of the small retail containers, so I expanded my delivery route. I began driving hundreds of kilometres to peddle honey at stores in exotic places. Gravelbourg. Mankota. Frontier. Shaunavon. Grocers in a dozen towns proudly stocked my honey. And it sold. But how much honey can you sell in McCord, Saskatchewan, population forty? One hundred twenty pounds a year...