Let's Get Serious. Who Shall We Talk To?

Lemme tell you my Charlaine Harris horror story from the RT Booklovers Convention.

I got onto the elevator on the 10th floor, and there were about ten or twelve ladies, me and Mark.  Quick glance around the car showed pretty much everyone was wearing the RT badges. So, all in the family, so to speak.  Then someone noticed the name on the badge of the the fairly short lady in the far corner.

"Oh, my goodness!  Charlaine Harris!"

No one actually moved their feet any closer to the lady.  But...