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Why Book Tours are Expensive

(More Comedy on the Road)

I’ve recently been on a book tour for my latest screwball comedy, The Goddaughter. Book tours are expensive. You travel around to independent book stores and you sell some books and sign them. It’s fun. You meet a lot of great people. But it’s expensive. And I’m not talking about the hotel tab and the bar bill.

I should have just stayed in the bar. It was leaving the bar that become expensive.

Nice night. We decided to go for a walk. It was dark, but I had on my brand new expensive progressive eye-glasses, so not a problem, right?

One second I was walking and talking. The next, I was flying through the air.

Someone screamed.

WHOMP. (That was me, doing a face plant.)

“OHMYGOD! Are you okay?” said my colleague.

I was clearly not okay. In fact, I was splat on the sidewalk and could not move.

“Fine!” I yelled into the flagstone. “I’m Fine!”

I tried to lift my head. Ouch.

“That must have hurt,” said someone helpfully.

I write mob comedies. So I know a bit about the mob. It may come in handy.

A crowd had gathered. Not the sort of crowd that gently lifts you off the ground. More the sort of crowd that gawks.

“Couldn’t figure out why you were running ahead of us.” My colleague shook his head.

I wasn’t running. I was tripping and falling.

“That sidewalk is uneven. Your foot must have caught on it.”

No shit, Sherlock.

By now I had tested various body parts. Knees were numb. Hands, scraped. Chin, a little sore.

But here’s the thing. I hit in this order: knees, tummy, boobs, palms. My tummy and boobs cushioned the fall and saved my face.

Yes, this was going through my mind as I pushed back with my tender palms to balance on my bloody knees.

“Ouch!” I said. No, that’s a lie. I said something else.

I stood up. Surveyed the damage. My knees were a bloody mess, but the dress survived without a scratch. It was made in China, of course. Of plastic.

The crowd was dispersing. But the pain wasn’t over.

Next day, I hobbled to the clinic. The doctor, who probably isn’t old enough to drive a car yet, shook his head. “Progressive glasses are the number one reason seniors fall. They are looking through the reading part of their glasses when they walk, and can’t see the ground properly.”

Seniors? I’ve still got my baby fat.

“Get some distance-only glasses,” he advised.

So I did. Another 350 bucks later, I have a third pair of glasses to carry around in my purse.

Which means my purse isn’t big enough.

So I need to buy a new purse.

And that’s why book tours are so expensive.

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