So here I was in Sarasota, FL, today selling books to one of my accounts (I work for a publisher), pitching the latest fiction like a used car salesman, when in skips (yes, skips!) Brian Johnson of AC/DC!
He grabs the latest copy of the Daily Mail, stops at the counter and talks to the owner and me for a few minutes about the movie he just saw--Flyboys. His review: "Don't see it! Evidently no one smoked in WWI, not a cigarette, not a cigar, not a pipe. And the Germans all flew red Fokkers...Hollywood shite!"
Moments later, he pays for his newspaper and skips (yes, skips!) out of the store in a grand mood. Needless to say, I was
Thunderstruck
and didn't even think to ask for an autograph!
True story...couldn't make this shit up.
:Smokin:
(and evidently Jerry Springer is a regular customer, too...but I've yet to run into him.)
He grabs the latest copy of the Daily Mail, stops at the counter and talks to the owner and me for a few minutes about the movie he just saw--Flyboys. His review: "Don't see it! Evidently no one smoked in WWI, not a cigarette, not a cigar, not a pipe. And the Germans all flew red Fokkers...Hollywood shite!"
Moments later, he pays for his newspaper and skips (yes, skips!) out of the store in a grand mood. Needless to say, I was
True story...couldn't make this shit up.
:Smokin:
(and evidently Jerry Springer is a regular customer, too...but I've yet to run into him.)