I met writers and writers and readers and more writers. I bought books. A lot of books! I filled my bag with all the bells and whistles that were offered and staggered around in a drunken literary stuper. It was perfect…except…
Oh! You didn’t want to lug around all your purchases? Neither did I but I also didn’t want to inflict bodily harm on others.
The worst part? NOT ONE PERSON APOLOGIZED FOR RUNNING ME OR OTHERS OVER. I had one woman look at me like I had three heads and proceeded to readjust the few items that toppled over in the bottom of her wagon from our impact. Yes, please look at me like I did something to you, I grumbled to myself as I rubbed the bruise that was rapidly forming.
Will this stop me from going again in the future? No. I love this convention and all it offers. It just sucks that people have become so entitled they don’t think about others and whether or not they are being jerks.
I am off to log my new book purchases in my computer and find room for them on my over flowing shelves. The Hubs said I could always get rid of a few- I explained he could be “gotten rid of” too. Don’t mess with my books.
Now, where do I put them? I think I may need a few more shelves.
Find joy. Be joy. Enjoy.