Pick a summer. Spend so much time at Barnes and Noble that I reach a first name basis with the employees. Pick one of those squishy stuffed chairs and monopolize it so thoroughly that people start recognizing me over in my corner burning through some Steinbeck.
(could I pull this off this summer? maybe that could happen. I dreamed about it last night, and then my sister called me for book suggestions this morning. Coincidence? I think not!)
It might be wise if, when this happens, I left my credit card at home.