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I noticed a somewhat elderly gentleman kind of aimlessly wandering through the store, so I asked him if I could be of assistance. He said, "You sell my books here." I asked him which books those might be, and he declared, "My name is Ray Bradbury." (So that's step one: fail to recognize the world-famous author.) I then mortified the beloved scribe further by thoughtlessly offering, "Oh! I used to love your stuff when I was a kid!" (Step two: imply the author's work is juvenile, something you have outgrown.) Then, for some reason, perhaps in an attempt to be sympathetic after my dumb comments, I added, "You know, I really think Star Trek: The Next Generation ripped you off with their holodeck." (Step three: remind the author of people stealing his ideas.)
Ever had one of those days when you just can't seem to say anything right?