Mac here. Adam and I did a great signing at a Barnes & Noble in Tucson, but it started off a little weird. When we got to the table, a man in sweatpants was standing there, eating a cookie. He told us about the University of Arizona game: Apparently a football had bounced off a guy's foot. Then he nibbled his cookie and told us about the University of Arizona game again. This is when Adam left me and pretended to inspect the easel.
Then:
SWEATPANTS: Where are you going next?
MAC: New York.
SWEATPANTS: How's the weather been in New York?
MAC: I'm not sure. I'm actually not from New York--I live on the west coast. I'm heading there to keep touring.
SWEATPANTS: Where are you touring?
MAC: Connecticut, New Jersey, New York,
SWEATPANTS: How's the weather been in New York?
MAC: Oh, I don't know. I don't live there.
SWEATPANTS: Where are you from?
MAC: The west coast.
SWEATPANTS: Like Florida?
MAC: California.
SWEATPANTS: Me too!
He did not buy a book.