Tale #4 ~ The Truthsayer

A couple came in, both pretty conservatively dressed. Their daughter, who is about seven, is apparently very interested in the Archie comics (ugh...) and they were interested in buying some. I took them to the children's area and showed them the Archie and Disney stuff as they asked. I was tempted to mention the superhero stuff there too, but decided against it. They didn't seem interested in anything outside of totally placid, boring, "family oriented" stuff of Archie and old Disney stuffs. As I walked away letting them browse, Bill asked what they were asking for. I told him and proceeds to go over and tell them again. To make matters worse, they act as if they never heard it before, as if what I said totally fled their minds and they were hearing it for the first time.

When they checked out, the man gave me this weird cold stare, I think due to my eye makeup (which isn't typical, but it's still well within normal social acceptance). As they left, they turned to Bill and said "Thank you for helping us." It really has nothing to do with the credit, I would have been totally happy with them saying it to both of us, but they both were talking directly to Bill. It's not the first time that something like this has happened, in fact, it happens quite frequently that either Jake or Bill get the direct thanks, even if I provided equal or more help. Again, I would be totally fine with them saying it to both of us, but so many times it's directed at them. It doesn't happen all the time, but more often than you'd think.

Tale #5 ~ The Man Who Ate His Own Foot.

A friend of Rick (another employee) stopped in to make plans with Rick. He ended up staying awhile to talk to Rick while we set up new comics for the next day. At one point he hears Jake and Rick saying something about a comic related thing (what specifically it was eludes me at the moment) and turns to me and says "Sometimes these guys know way too much about this stuff." It was pretty clear that his first assumption was that I worked there for some reason other than knowing a fair amount about comics and related materials. He caught himself and said "uhm...unless you know a lot too. Do you?"

"You could say that," I said as I put a large stack of Black Canary's on the shelf. Rick said "Yeah, she knows a lot, man." His friend looked kind of embarrassed and went somewhere else. I laughed to myself at that. Sometimes that would have been annoying, but in this situation, it was pretty funny.

Thus ends the tales for this week. Return next week for more Tales From the Comic Shop (of Horror!!). Mmmm...cheesy.