I am a klutz, I have said it before and I will say it again. Ne'er before in the history of mankind has there been one as klutzy as I (except perhaps when Lee Harvey Oswald was cleaning his rifle in the book repository, unaware it was loaded and pointing out a window). I do boneheaded things all the time and while there is no signficance to the number above I would say it is, at best, a conservative estimate of the number of asinine things I have done in my life. Today I had another one.
As most will know I still read and collect comic books, and today at lunch I stopped at the shop to pick up my books (I have a file, and no there is no end to the depths of my nerdity (nerdiness?!?)) and kind of look around for a bit, see if there were any new titles I could be persuaded to pick up. My comic shop is a unique little thing, and when I say little I mean little. The storefront is maybe a couple hundred square feet of space and has, as near as I can tell, every single comic and action figure ever produced crammed into every square inch of it from floor to ceiling (that is not an exaggeration I assure) with "aisles" that would allow, at best, a Namibian pygmy to walk through with out touching the sides. When I walk down them, merchandise and comics gently massage my love handles as I walk by, God forbid you run into someone coming in the opposite direction, talk about awkward, you feel like you need to get their number or something after negotiating your way around them.
Anyhoo, at said store there is a new release rack that is “disorganized”. I say it that way because it would be like saying Hitler was “sort of misguided”. If you want to find a book you have to sort of sift, like panning for gold, through hundreds of books. In particular there is a stack up on the top that are arranged in such a way that they are standing up right and overlapping one another so that you can really only see part of the cover, a centimeter or two on each one so in order to see each one you have to gently pull them forward to reveal the title and number of the book (are you starting to get where I am going with this?) So I see a Superman title I have been looking for and gently pull forward and notice that a good number of the other books are now also moving and I can see impending wave of comic doom is heading towards me (imagine Deep Impact, you know, the big wave heading towards New York) as he entire Justice League jumped from the shelf. I tried to stop it, I really did, but these are superheroes remember, and I am only a mere mortal. It seemed the more I tried to stop it the worse it got and of course it never occurred to me to just let it happen, instead I am spread out arms wide open trying to hold back the onslaught and in the end I was up to my ankles in back issues, all out of order, all in a jumble at my feet. I felt terrible, the guy who works there is pretty cool for the most part and I knew he wouldn’t get upset or anything but I felt like a complete tool. At the same time I am dreaming they have no “you break you buy” policy or I am going to have many many copies of Transformers #1. He very politely came over and told me to put em all in a stack and he would sort them later. Art (the guy) is awesome. So I walked away feeling like a klutz and to top it off the book I was looking for was not the one I had originally flipped * sigh *.
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