At the Comic Book Store...

[kybearfuzz]

This past weekend I ate at Qdoba (shuddup Tim!) and stopped by the local comic book shop to get a couple of issues that had been out that week. It was around noon on Saturday and the store wasn't crowded, just me, the two clerks and one other shopper. He was my height, in a grey tee-shirt and gray sweats, balding with furry arms and a huge belly. What struck me most about him is that he talked to himself as he was looking through the comics, almost like giggling. He wasy enjoying himself apparently.

I was looking through a box when he went to the counter and was checking out. The employee was the store owner's wife. The conversation between them went something like this:

Comic Book Guy: OMG! Did you see the last issue where Necron rises with the giant scythe over the New Coast City?! It was like cool! Zombies just rising up everywhere!
Clerk: No, I didn't see that.
Comic Book Guy: You so missed it! It was great! Dead bodies and things! Blackest Night rocks!
Clerk: It sounds like it.
Comic Book Guy: What guy wouldn't like that sort of stuff! It just was awesome!
Clerk: Okay.

Even though I couldn't see her, I could feel her eyes rolling with everything he said. Bless her, I know she just works there and doesn't read them.

I'm not necessarily poking fun at him as I often have my comic book geek-out moments, but he seemed to take it to an extreme, everything he said punctuated with several exclamation points. And publicly. I wondered what in the world he must do for a living.

Comments

[rootbeer1.livejournal.com]

He's either an international attorney or a brain surgeon.

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Both are frightening prospects!