As I pulled into the TRU parking lot last night and got out of my car, I saw my arch-nemesis. Fellow toy collector guy. Like me, he is alone. Wearing a comic themed shirt. We both approach the store calmly. As we enter, we glance at each other, sizing each other up, each wondering what the other one is here for. He's a much younger man than me, but I have size and experience on my side.
Once inside we both cut through the closed checkouts, heading straight for the action figure aisle. We walk side by side, faster and faster, continuously glancing at each other. As we get closer and closer to the figures, faster and faster we go, breaking into a semi-lurching run as other customers stare at us as if watching some bizarre special olympics event.
We both head down the same aisle, eyes frantically scanning for new figures. I spot them! I quickly snag the latest wave of Marvel Legends as my rival paws crazily through the remaining old stock, muttering some profanity under his breath. HA HA! Success! So long punk!
Victory is mine...this time.
Once inside we both cut through the closed checkouts, heading straight for the action figure aisle. We walk side by side, faster and faster, continuously glancing at each other. As we get closer and closer to the figures, faster and faster we go, breaking into a semi-lurching run as other customers stare at us as if watching some bizarre special olympics event.
We both head down the same aisle, eyes frantically scanning for new figures. I spot them! I quickly snag the latest wave of Marvel Legends as my rival paws crazily through the remaining old stock, muttering some profanity under his breath. HA HA! Success! So long punk!
Victory is mine...this time.
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