Well, not but an hour after I posted my last here at Snap Judgments, I manged to contract the throat cold that one of our customers had been sporting for the last couple weeks. My sinuses exploded, I lost my voice, started up a little fever and the manager sent me home, making sure i didn’t infect anyone else with my deadly motaba virus. But, before I left, i grabbed some of the best cold and flu remedy around: my pull comics from the last couple weeks plus the new Women of Marvel 2 trade out that very day. If I was out sick, I was going to enjoy it.
While waiting for a ride back home (as in my sorry state I could barely breathe, let alone get myself home), I deposited myself at the local coffee shop and waited for pick-up. When relief arrived, I gathered my things to go and found myself missing… my comics.
Other things I had on me: my keys; my wallet; my laptop computer, two mp3 players (one for music, one for file storage) and a very snazzy looking computer bag. And yet, the only thing missing was a nondescript brown paper bag containing one trade and a dozen or so floppies.
I searched the place, asked around, talked to the guys are the shop and came to the conclusion that someone had stolen my comics.
Now, I’m no Jeph Loeb here, but I think I went through all five stage of grief regarding my lost books by now and can finally move on to the healing:
Denial There was no way someone stole my comic books. Who would steal cmic books when I had a perfectly good laptop with me? No, no, no… I had to have misplaced them and soon, I’d be going through the Women of Marvel 2 at a happy and chagrinned clip, right? I must have left them at the store! They must be still on me! Maybe I didn’t buy any in the first place! I mean, stealing comics?
Anger I couldn’t believe I was so stupid as to get my books that day of all days. It was all the guy at the register’s fault! He gave me a magazine sized bag rather than a comic sized one and my perceptions were all thrown off! What kind of lousy good for nothing creep steals comics!(Also, I fought Wolverine.)
Bargaining I buy too many books! That’s the problem. If I just didn’t by so many books, this wouldn’t be such an issue. I’ll cut down. I’ll go through my pull and just get what I need, and then maybe I’ll find my books as some sort of karmic retribution. I wonder if I could offer a reward?
Despair WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! I MISS MY BOOOOKS! I wanted to read those! I don’t even know which ones I got! My review copy of New Avengers was in there and now I’m going to have to BUY IT! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!(Also, Spider-Man cried with me in the rain. In a graveyard. While wearing all black. Listening to Morrissey.)
Acceptance Welp. They’re gone. No one’s seen them, no one’s going to come to the store and try to sell them so I can leap over the counter and plant a boot in their face. I just lost my comics. Maybe they’ll go to a good home. Maybe the thief will share them with a younger sibling and something good might come out of this. After all, I have good taste in comics. Maybe someone will read and enjoy them and spark something new. I’ll just have to piece together what I bought and see if I can’t read something at the store. They’ll trade the Green Lantern Sinestro Corps and I’ll be able to get the whole story in one go instead of all this second printing hunting.
I miss them, but they’re gone and like Iron Man watching “Cap’s Body” sink beneath the frozen water, I know I only have myself to blame.
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Well, not but an hour after I posted my last here at Snap Judgments, I manged to contract the throat cold that one of our customers had been sporting for the last couple weeks. My sinuses exploded, I lost my voice, started up a little fever and the manager sent me home, making sure i didn’t infect anyone else with my deadly motaba virus. But, before I left, i grabbed some of the best cold and flu remedy around: my pull comics from the last couple weeks plus the new Women of Marvel 2 trade out that very day. If I was out sick, I was going to enjoy it.
While waiting for a ride back home (as in my sorry state I could barely breathe, let alone get myself home), I deposited myself at the local coffee shop and waited for pick-up. When relief arrived, I gathered my things to go and found myself missing… my comics.
Other things I had on me: my keys; my wallet; my laptop computer, two mp3 players (one for music, one for file storage) and a very snazzy looking computer bag. And yet, the only thing missing was a nondescript brown paper bag containing one trade and a dozen or so floppies.
I searched the place, asked around, talked to the guys are the shop and came to the conclusion that someone had stolen my comics.
Now, I’m no Jeph Loeb here, but I think I went through all five stage of grief regarding my lost books by now and can finally move on to the healing:
There was no way someone stole my comic books. Who would steal cmic books when I had a perfectly good laptop with me? No, no, no… I had to have misplaced them and soon, I’d be going through the Women of Marvel 2 at a happy and chagrinned clip, right? I must have left them at the store! They must be still on me! Maybe I didn’t buy any in the first place! I mean, stealing comics?
I couldn’t believe I was so stupid as to get my books that day of all days. It was all the guy at the register’s fault! He gave me a magazine sized bag rather than a comic sized one and my perceptions were all thrown off! What kind of lousy good for nothing creep steals comics!(Also, I fought Wolverine.)
I buy too many books! That’s the problem. If I just didn’t by so many books, this wouldn’t be such an issue. I’ll cut down. I’ll go through my pull and just get what I need, and then maybe I’ll find my books as some sort of karmic retribution. I wonder if I could offer a reward?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! I MISS MY BOOOOKS! I wanted to read those! I don’t even know which ones I got! My review copy of New Avengers was in there and now I’m going to have to BUY IT! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!(Also, Spider-Man cried with me in the rain. In a graveyard. While wearing all black. Listening to Morrissey.)
Welp. They’re gone. No one’s seen them, no one’s going to come to the store and try to sell them so I can leap over the counter and plant a boot in their face. I just lost my comics. Maybe they’ll go to a good home. Maybe the thief will share them with a younger sibling and something good might come out of this. After all, I have good taste in comics. Maybe someone will read and enjoy them and spark something new. I’ll just have to piece together what I bought and see if I can’t read something at the store. They’ll trade the Green Lantern Sinestro Corps and I’ll be able to get the whole story in one go instead of all this second printing hunting.
I miss them, but they’re gone and like Iron Man watching “Cap’s Body” sink beneath the frozen water, I know I only have myself to blame.