One of my colleagues at work (let's call him Dan) went to a book signing by one Lance Armstrong (who can wear yellow anytime he pleases)somewhere here in North Jersey.
So Dan proceeds to tell me the story of waiting for the 7-time TdF winner and American Icon and the rules in place for the signing; no items other than his book to be signed, though many of the cycling geekdom apparently brought tubulars, programs, yellow cycling shirts, etc.
But I digress.
Dan says that after a wait of approximately 2.5 hours, the signing begins. He is about 50 people back, so he's got some time. And one book. He had struck up a conversation with a guy named Greg, who had four books and was waiting on the Mrs. She never shows. He turns to Dan and says "hey, could you take one of my books since you only have one?" Dan, being a very nice guy, agrees. And gets the book signed. And is asked to leave.
Gets back into the bookstore proper and looks hi and lo for Greg. No can find. Dan has quite a ways to go to get home, and it's getting late. He waits by the door, still no Greg. After an interminable wait, he left. With Greg's book.
Ipso facto - he gave it to me, since I am a fan of Mr. Armstrong. Thanks Greg!
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