The day I sold a famous author a pair of pants, and couldn't even iron them for him. After I clocked in, Kay asked me to look for a pair of pants in the back for a gentleman up front. I went back, searched and returned to break the news. Upon returning the gentleman told me he needed a wrinkless pair because he was staying in a hotel and needed to wear them that night. I went back again to look and found none. Then i came up front to ring him up. Polo procedure makes you ask the persons last and first name and when i did he quickly said no. "May I have your last name?" "No" "its for ret-" "returns and exchanges" he finished my sentence. "so you know the scam." "hahaha I know the scam." we talked like this for awhile and i told him his total. he paid in cash. "people freak out when they hear my name" "oh yeah?" yeah put the receipt in the bag and handed it to him. "You've probably read one of my books." (I thought he was joking so kinda sarcastically i said, " I like to read, try me...." "I'm John Grisham." and he walks away disbelief.....and the only damn thing i could think to say was, "have a nice day sir." he gave me the peace sign and walked out the door, not looking back. I'm currently awtching the rainmaker in AP Gov't and in the Middle of A Painted House and thats the only damn thing I could think of ??? i would've ironed his pants at my house had i known.