The Shining

Book signings are fun. I think I'll do them more often.

The fine people at Barnes and Noble made sure I was comfortable with a padded folding chair. Note "padded." I'm sure not everybody gets a "padded" chair. Some of the more rude customers suggested that a padded room might be more appropriate and I made a point to misspell their names when signing their books. Oopsie!

I provided chocolate treats as an enticement but refrained from hawking the book to get a free chocolate. I only made a few kids cry when I asked them for a credit card before I'd let them have a piece of chocolate.

Dove Dark, too. Nothing but the best.

One customer bought me a coffee and told me my hair looked nice. It's a real boost when your stylist shows up for a book signing. Memo to self: double tip for stylist.

Another customer came into the store and asked me if I worked there. Sure, I said, how can I help you? She was looking for a Father's Day gift and I said "Look no further, or is it farther. Your gift is here. Furthermore or farthermore I'll sign it at no additional charge. Sell it on eBay in a year and buy yourself a yacht."

She bought two. I guess she needs a couple of boats.

After the signing was over I managed to snag one of the posters. Kink settled himself on the poster and asked me how my day was.

"Well, it was interesting," I replied.

"How so," Kink inquired?

"Well, I met a lot of people who were interested in the book and many of them bought it for various reasons. In fact, one person laughed at the chapter titled "Conversations with a Cat" but became thoughtful as she read further. It's a thoughtful piece, you know."

Kink stretched out and yawned widely.

"Yeah, I was there when you wrote it and glad I could help."

"Don't mention it, my little friend." I scratched Kink's back. He closed his eyes, purring.