I hope I never forget what an honor it is to be asked to autograph someone's copy of one of my books. I saw a kid get rebuffed by a pro golfer once, and I promise I won't do that to someone. It's a very small chance I'll ever be overwhelmed with requests for me to sign a book, but should there ever be a high demand for my signature on books, I'll meet the demand.
Tonight I left work and the driver of the shuttle that carries us to our cars was waiting. He was reading a book while he waited. When I got on, he handed me the book and a pen and said, "I'd like you to autograph this for me."
What a thrill! Probably a bigger thrill for me than it was for him, but I don't know. I can tell you I was tickled pink (it's an expression...don't get excited!) to sign his book. He told me a couple of weeks ago he was going to order it, but I'm a count your chickens when they're frying in oil kind of guy. He also told me I was going to autograph it when he got it...but again, that chicken wasn't out of the coop, let alone in any oil.
Tonight, on a dark bus, at 11 PM, a dark bus leaving a chicken restaurant...he asked for and got my autograph.
I'll call that a good night. Want to know what makes it a great night? ...He was already 1/3 of the way through the book. Now that's a compliment.
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That's awesome Dave!
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