It’s extraordinarily RARE for me to be recognized as a writer by people, but that’s exactly what happened to me last night.
I went into Walgreen’s to pick up some prescriptions, and at the pharmacy counter, a young-looking black female asked if I needed help.
I told her, “I’m here to pick up a prescription for Bacon, B-A-C-O-N.”
She went to the computer, a smile on her face. “What’s your first name?” she asked, steadily smiling.
“Shonell,” I said, “S-H…”
“Do you write books?” she interrupted.
I rose an eyebrow and answered, “Um, yeah.”
“Oh my God,” she said, clapping her hands. “My daughter recognized your name (note: don’t ask me HOW the daughter saw my prescription info), and she was like Ma, her books are so good.”
I smiled, said thank you.
When she gave me my prescription, she said, “I’m definitely going to check you out.”
I left out Walgreen’s chuckling to myself and slightly happy. It’s been a few years since I’ve had a book out, and it was nice to have someone still recognize me…:-)