They had to ask the mobs of people waiting in line to stand back to snap this quick pic.
The fact is, I’m a first-time author and I got no peeps in Taylorsville, yet. Even if I did, they would have spent that gorgeous Saturday at the grand opening of City Creek in Salt Lake with the rest of Utah’s population.
I can’t blame them.
That’s where I was daydreaming I was to pass the time as I sat at a table watching people awkwardly try to avoid eye contact with me as they shuffled past looking for the Jell-o Classic Recipes book which was on sale for $2.49.
I was like a sample lady in Sam’s Club. People sheepishly walk up to the tray because they want to devour a free hunk of sausage on a toothpick, but they don’t really want to buy a 48 pack of lard links even if it is only $8.95 because they want to live past age 55. As they pop a free sample in their mouth, they pick up a box and look at it like they’re really interested. But as soon as they swallow, they set the box down, say something lame like, “Thanks, I’ll think about it,” and snitch another sample as they walk off with no intention of coming back.
My situation was even worse because I didn’t even have any free food for people. They could sample a few pages without any risk of heart disease, but it’s just not the same.
I completely understand. Until now, I’ve only ever been on the other side of the table. I have new perspective.
The store staff was super nice.
They gave me cookies and chocolate.
They even let me win a lip gloss in the half-hourly drawing giveaways they were doing. They had numbers taped to the floor and people would stand on them waiting to win. Number ten was right by my table and, of course, nobody wanted to stand there, so after #10 had been called several times with no occupant they let me be the winner.
I did sign some books and met some great people.
My favorite people were four little girls who were all wearing matching shirts. They were sisters and they were on their way to a cousin’s birthday party. They reminded me of my three sisters and me when my mom used to dress us alike, except our shirts were homemade and trimmed heavily with rick rack. The sweet sisters had come in to get a Webkin for their cousin because they were on special for $2.99. The Webkin bin was right by my table so, as their mother browsed around the store, we went through the whole bin of animals, played with them, named them and tried to decide which one to get for their cousin.
One of them picked up one of my books and said, “Did you really write this book?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Cool. I want to write books when I grow up. Or be an animal doctor.” She hugged the five Webkins she was holding. Then she stood on #10 and won a necklace in a drawing.
They were darling.
When my time was up, I waved good-bye to the staff, grabbed another cookie for the road and headed downtown for another adventure.
I love being in that amazing building, and being in the presence of Church leaders and thousands of women of all ages ready to be inspired was exhilarating.
How brilliant of a marketing plan was that to have the grand opening of a new shopping mecca coordinate when thousands of teenage girls and women would be all dressed up and ready for a night on the town?
Sensory overload for the eyes, ears, nose and wallet.
We listened to an acapella group, a jazz band, and a guy jammin’ on the electric cello.
My cello-playing daughter watched and listened in awe. She said, “Someday that will be me.”
I hope her dreams come true.
It was magical and surreal.
Unfortunately, we didn’t wear the right shoes to walk around much longer, so we headed in the general direction of where I thought we parked to wander around and look for our car for a while.
On the way home, our car couldn’t help but veer off the Bountiful exit towards Nielsen’s for some sandwiches and frozen custard. Yummmmm!
What a day!
Another fun chapter of “Country Mouse in the Big City.”
This weekend Country Mouse will be doing a book signing in my own neck of the woods.
I’d LOVE to have you all there!
I’ll bring a tray of sausage samples.
Logan Deseret Book “Ladies Night!”
THIS SATURDAY, March 31st, 6 – 8 p.m.