Up until last summer, I spent nearly every weekend in a
bookstore signing books. I did that for nearly three years. It was hard on the
feet and the back and I put a lot of miles on my car, but I met some incredible and often very funny people.
The following is an experience I had at Barnes & Noble
in Palm Desert one weekend.
A woman and her mother came into the store. The mother, I would guess, was at least in her 70's, maybe more. When I asked them if they read mysteries, the older woman shook her head, made an "icky" face, and said very adamantly, "Oh, no."
I had just handed them each a bookmark and the daughter realized I was the author. She said to her mother, "Mother, you're insulting her. She's the author."
The mother said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me see your book."
They walked over to my table and started reading the blurbs on my books. The mother said, "Oh, my daughter, Wendy, would love these. She loves books about legal stuff."
"Is she an attorney?" I asked.
"Oh no," she said again. "She works for an attorney. She does all the work, and he gets all the money."
I smiled and said, "That's the way it should be, right?" When she frowned at me I said, "Sorry, I'm a lawyer."
Her daughter turned to her mother and said, "Now, you've insulted her twice!"
The mother said, "Would it help if I told you I'm not from this country? I'm Canadian."
They bought two books, and we were all laughing about it before they left. A while later the older woman came back to my table to apologize one more time. I said to her, "I thought you came back to insult me again." Of course I explained to her that I wasn't insulted at all. She gave me a big hug. I love those hugs.
A woman and her mother came into the store. The mother, I would guess, was at least in her 70's, maybe more. When I asked them if they read mysteries, the older woman shook her head, made an "icky" face, and said very adamantly, "Oh, no."
I had just handed them each a bookmark and the daughter realized I was the author. She said to her mother, "Mother, you're insulting her. She's the author."
The mother said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me see your book."
They walked over to my table and started reading the blurbs on my books. The mother said, "Oh, my daughter, Wendy, would love these. She loves books about legal stuff."
"Is she an attorney?" I asked.
"Oh no," she said again. "She works for an attorney. She does all the work, and he gets all the money."
I smiled and said, "That's the way it should be, right?" When she frowned at me I said, "Sorry, I'm a lawyer."
Her daughter turned to her mother and said, "Now, you've insulted her twice!"
The mother said, "Would it help if I told you I'm not from this country? I'm Canadian."
They bought two books, and we were all laughing about it before they left. A while later the older woman came back to my table to apologize one more time. I said to her, "I thought you came back to insult me again." Of course I explained to her that I wasn't insulted at all. She gave me a big hug. I love those hugs.
When was the last time you hugged an author? How about an
attorney? They need hugs too, you know.
Teresa Burrell, Author, Attorney, Advocate
www.teresaburrell.com



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