Resistance is Futile

I came out with this one too

This is the one I went in for

The other day I went into Barnes and Noble to pick up a book that I've been dying to read since I first heard about it through their website.  I walked through the door, gift card in my pocket and ready to make my purchase.  Of course I knew it wasn't going to be a quick trip like it should've been because my card only had $15 on it.  Enough to purchase one book.  But of course while I'm there I have to check out the other books for future purchase!  It's only logical that I scan all the books.  Well, as I walk through the door I notice that there is an older man sitting at a table with stacks of a book.  An author!  This doesn't happen very often.  What do I do?  I conveniently walk the other way.  For some reason I'm always hesitant to walk up to someone and discuss something that they've created.  My inferiority complex has always, always stopped me from getting to know people.  This man is a published author!  Of course I had a complex.  So I scanned the books on the other side of the store, found the book I came for, tried to catch the eye of a really cute guy scanning the books in the same section (yes, I said tried) and then moved on to the rest of the store.  All the while I'm sure I looked like an idiot because whenever I got close I was trying to see what the book was on the author's table to see if I knew him without him seeing me.  On top of it all I had this feeling that I should go talk to him and find out about his book.  If I were an author I would love it if someone came up to me and asked me about my book!  Even if they didn't buy it.  I walked up to the register and purchased the book I came for at 20% off!  I asked the girl at the register about the author at the table.  She said, "I think it's a biography or something like it.  He's really nice, you should go talk to him."  I knew that I should, but I was chicken.  In order to get out of the store I had to walk in front of his table.  He was handing out bookmarks that talked about his book.  He waved one at me and that's when I went over and talked to him.  I asked him to tell me about his book and he was, of course, more than happy to tell me about it.  He told me that he had the same dream three times where everyone asked him, "Have you finished it yet?"  "Finished what?" he asked.  It was a book that he was supposed to finish, and there it was sitting on his table.  He told me that he never planned to write a book, but he followed the inspiration of his dream and wrote the book.  How could I not support someone who followed a prompting?  So, $20 later I walked out of the store with an autographed copy of the book.  It's impossible to resist a creation after someone has told me about it.  As I was walking out, I noticed a woman setting up a table on the other side of the store.  A table of books.  I took one look at the cover, noticed it was something that I would probably like to read, and ran out of the store.  I couldn't afford to talk to another author!