Day at a Downtown Bookfair.

My one lawyer friend from Missouri not only wrote a children’s book and self-published it like last year, but also got a booth at a downtown bookfair in the city over a summer festival weekend this year, and so I helped staff it on the second of two days.

 There were quite a few unusual passerbys, and she was saying she couldn’t figure out if it was book people or downtown or what.

While I was there, a (very fat) (young) (black) woman stopped by the booth and stood at the edge of the group of people there and kept looking at my friend’s dog, and asked if it was male or female, and then said she’d only want girl dogs.

Later, a (slim) (slightly tall) (white) (young) guy walked by dressed like a hipster in dark jeans and a black jacket, only his jacket was buttoned up and he kept picking at it and pulling it out like a tent and letting it settle back down onto his chest as he walked along.

Still later, as we were closing up, I saw the (older) (tall) (white) guy who used to stand up at the sex documentary series and ask questions that would spiral out of control into jokes that weren’t funny and eventually nonsense.

Too, my friend said that the previous day when she was there with another lawyer friend of ours, some (old) guy stopped by and started talking to our friend, but the words coming out of his mouth were unintelligible syllables, but he just kept talking for minutes, and our friend got seriously freaked.