Overheard

During my lunch break I walked over to the nearby Borders to purchase some merchandise. Jose Canseco was there signing copies of his book, "Juiced". The line was terribly short, considering how much Chicagoans love sports. I guess when your claim to fame involves injecting steroids directly in the ass cheeks of Mark McGwire you're probably not going to draw the crowd of, say, Clay Aiken. But the funny thing was this: as I passed a woman on the escalator, she tucked her signed copy of "Juiced" into her purse and said to her husband, "…and that's why I decided to get a copy. It's not because of his sparkling personality, he actually kinda stinks."

A few paces away from the slugger an employee was having a conversation with a customer. The customer, an employee at Fox, said, "Yeah, it's for charity. I had to get a copy signed for a charity event we're holding. He was at our offices this morning, but he didn't sign shit. So I had to come down here."