A few weeks ago, I went to this adorable, locally owned book store called Square Books to study. I bought a book and as I was checking out I signed up for the bookstore newsletter. Lo and behold, as soon as I turned it over, I discovered that PAULA DEEN was coming to Oxford in 3 weeks! I started to freak out a little bit. I tweeted about it, made it my facebook status, added it to my calendar, and then proceeded to tell all of my friends about the wonderful news that I had heard.
It was my midterm happy. These past few weeks have been really stressful with papers and midterms so I kept telling myself that If I could just get through them then I would get to meet Paula Deen.
Well, Ladies and Gents, today was the day. Paula Deen was scheduled to be at Square Books at 11. You had to buy a copy of her new cookbook, the
Southern Cooking Bible, from the bookstore and then you could get it signed. I got up early this morning (skipped my bible study at 9:30) so that I could get to the bookstore a little after 10. I was absolutely elated. I even straightened my hair all the way.
I got there around 10:30 (I left my camera at home so I had to go back and get it) and the line was already wrapped around the outside of the bookstore. It was moving pretty quickly though so I wasn't too worried. I estimated that I'd be out of there within an hour- heck maybe even 30 minutes if it kept moving this fast.
About 10 minutes into the line I learned that this wasn't actually the line to see Paula. This was the line to get a number to see Paula. Paula was actually at the other part of the bookstore which was down the street. No wonder it was moving so fast.
I finally was able to move through the doorway and was about 5th in line. I could see the register and even hear the cash drawer opening and closing. I don't know who still uses cash but then I realized that everyone in line around me could probably get the senior citizen discount at Piccadilly.
The drawer closed and I was ready to be number 4. Then the cashier looked up at all of us crazed women in line and announced that all of the numbers had been sold out. Only those who had pre-ordered a book could pick up their number. We were welcome to buy a copy of the book but only those who actually had a number could see Paula.
You don't even want to know what kind of words were going through my head. I started talking with the other women standing in line beside me. What should we do? Sneak in? Buy a book anyway and just leave? Yell? Complain? Revolt? Cry?
Like it or not, the last idea seemed to be the only option. I'm so passive aggressive.