It was a funny story actually. I was in Salem for Cherry City Comic Con and had been working the convention center promoting "Dying Embers". I heard something scrunch under my foot at one point and looked down to see a business card one the floor. Now working even a few seasons in the National Park Service ingrains picking up litter very deeply in the psyche so I dutifully picked it up and glanced around but couldn't spot the booth it had come off of. Nor was there a trash bin nearby so I shrugged and slipped it into my pocket. After I left the Con I needed to stop off at the bank so I parked a few blocks away and walked. I passed a gaming store with a sci-fi Fantasy vibe so I popped in on a whim to see if they would carry "Dying Embers". The bright eyed ginger behind the counter said the boss probably would and just wait a moment while he found him....oops he just stepped out the door and is getting into his car...no here he is coming back in.
Turns out the boss had just gotten back from the con himself and remembered me even though I hadn't talked to him and accepted three books on commission on the spot.