Charlie Stross popped into work today to have a chat but mainly to sign some copies of his latest sci-fi work Singularity Sky.
Which reminds me of a conversation with one of the regular ‘crazies’ at work. She approaches the desk and everyone else scatters to the farthest recesses of the shop, leaving me to bear the brunt of whatever notion she has dreamt up today. It went something like this:
HER: “Can I ask you a book related question?”
ME: “No, sorry.”
HER: “Do you know anything about books?”
ME: “Nope, not a thing.”
HER: “Then why do you work here?”
ME: “I really don’t know…”
HER: “Do you know where I could ask then?”
ME: *thinks* “You could try the Balmoral hotel, just across the road.” *points*
HER: “Really? ok…” (random nonsense etc as she wanders off)
or was I too harsh? YOU decide…