I had to blog about this wee experience at Supanova Melbourne. So I sat in the Border's booth at the con, pimping books, shouting questionable things to people in all kinds of cool costumes. This kid comes up with a copy of ANCESTOR, receipt sticking out of it. So, of course, I'm all swagger and say something like "well, young man, let me sign that for you" assuming he's there to get my signature.
Smart-ass kid says, "no, I'm actually here to return it."
Insert comedic sad noise here: wah-wah-wahhhhhhh
The bookstore staff said he could return it, but only if he talked to me first. So I gave him the full-court Siglerism press. "It's your only way to get it signed!" I said. "This book will save your soul!" I said. "If you return this, I will be forced to take a picture of you with your return receipt and blog about it," I said.
He had a limited budget, had bought ANCESTOR, then found some Red vs. Blue DVDs he just had to have. He stuck to his guns, the little bastard.
So, he says he's going to buy my books in the store. We shall see.
So you watch your Red vs. Blue DVDs, young man, you watch them, and try to not look to the window every few minutes, wondering if today is the day that the snipers are sighting in on your melon.