. . . at a Publix grocery store in Florida, the author was shopping near the pet food section and an old woman approached him.
“She’s like 104, this hunched-up woman with her shopping cart and she says to me, ‘I know who you are. You write those horrible books. They might be all right for some people, but I don’t like them. Why don’t you write something nice like that ‘Green Mile,’” he said.
King told the woman that he did, in fact, write the story.
“And she said, ‘No you didn’t.’ Just like that. And that was the end of the conversation. It made me doubt my own identity,” he said.