Of authors and supermarkets. →[More:]
So I'm unloading this dude's books at the counter today and I notice that one of the ones he's elling is by Goerge Pelecanos. To pass the time, I say 'Ah, the man behind most of
The Wire." "Yeah, he's great,' the guy says. "Well, him and..." "Richard Price" we wind up saying in unison. "That's my favorite author. I've pimped his books to so many people, especially
Ladies Man..." "Well, I'm Richard's editor," he says. My mouth momentarily agape, I think for a minute as the buyer finishes his batch of books and say "Um,...say hi to him for me." *slaps forehead*
Later that day a co-worker tells me that he's reading an advance readers copy of a
new Price book coming out in just over a month. I have the entire staff keeping their eyes peeled.
Also, i think my supermarket is fucking with my head. Out of the blue they keep getting in new (to me anyway) products that I fall in love with, which then disappear from their shelves forever. First
Nance's Mustard, now
Stuckey's Pecans (I have no idea what a product from a southeastern US based roadside gift shop chain is doing in Northwest Queens). You figure that all my purchasing of these products would make them buy more, but noooo. Luckily I found another supermarket for the mustard but I doubt I'll have the same luck with the pecans.