Random Weirdness

At my very first book festival in the early 2000s, I was sitting at a table in my tiny booth when a woman approached and asked about my novel, a question I was only too happy to answer in great detail. As I spoke, I noticed her digging around in her purse, presumably for money to buy a book. As I finished my spiel, she looked up in mid-search and asked, “What day is this?”

“Tuesday,” I said.

A look of alarm crossed her face as she snapped her purse shot.

“I don’t buy books on Tuesday,” she informed me.

And she hurried off.