On Friday night, after the event in Leuven a woman approached me. She was in her fifties and she was carrying a pile of books.
The woman started a conversation, but the music was loud and she was mumbling. I had no idea what exactly she was saying, but whenever she paused I answered: “Yes, of course.” Or: “I guess so.” After five minutes I shouted in her ear: “We should not continue in this fashion.” At that moment she handed me a pen. I guess she wanted me to sign the books, but not all the books she was carrying were mine.
Again I shouted in her ear: “We should not continue in this fashion.”