Foot, Meet Mouth

[jimhines]

I’m working on a follow-up to yesterday’s blog post, but I was at a booksigning last night and didn’t get home until 10, meaning I haven’t had time to finish it.

So instead, I figured I’d share an embarrassing story from the signing.

I had a great time. Nicola’s Books brought in me, Sarah Zettel, and Jacqueline Carey. We chatted for about an hour about everything from e-books to outlines to keeping characters on a short leash. (Some of us more literally than others…) There was discussion and banter and laughing, and as far as I could tell, a good time was had by all.

Then it was booksigning time. Sarah and I watched the crowd swarm to Jacqueline, but there was some spillover to us as well. Yay! I signed a respectable number of books, and then toward the end, two women came up to me with their books to be signed. One was wearing a “Double Tap” Zombieland T-shirt. I glanced at the shirt, smiled, and said, “Nice!”

I opened up the first book, then froze as I realized exactly what I had just said while looking at this woman’s chest.

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry, I just realized how slimy that sounded!”

Did you know that baldness means your entire scalp blushes? I’m told I turned a quite lovely shade of red.

They were both very understanding, and there was much laughter at my expense, which was fine. But it’s been a long time since I’ve jammed my foot that far down my throat…

Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.