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I had somewhat the same encounter as @jkeene describes.
A few years back, we were walking out of the business class lounge in the ATL airport. My now ex-wife was carrying the latest Dean Koontz. A vaguely familiar looking guy looks at her large chest and the paperback she had pressed against it, asked her what she though of it to which she replied "It's a good airplane book, but we both think Koontz writes the same book over and over again."
About 30 seconds later, I realize why the guy looked familiar. Yep, Dean Koontz.
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