I really, really wanted to get Teen Titans: Year One
, which is very much my favorite comic right now, so we decided to go to the comic book store today to get it. It turned out to be more difficult than anticipated.
The first shop was one of those "we're really a hobby store, but we'll stick a few comics on the shelves for appearances" sort of places. It was dirty and had all of three small news racks for comics, not put in much order at all. When there's more shelf space devoted to model cruise ships than comics, yeah, it's not really the store for me. This store also fell into the realm of creepy-starey, with the guys that seemed in shock and awe that women were entering the store. That's always so welcoming.
Anyway, they didn't have my comic. On to option two, a shop more on the outskirts of town. Located next to a picturesque tattoo parlor, this store had more of an All-Boys Grown Up Clubhouse feel. The first thing we saw upon entering was a guy sleeping on a couch. While this place seemed to have a good number of back issues and friendlier staff (or hangers on) - one guy did tell us they could order what we wanted, if it wasn't there - they did not have my comic, and even if we'd wanted to look around some more, it was too hard to move with all the guys standing around, wondering aloud if they should get Taco Bell. (They were already eating Taco Bell at the time.)
At this point, we were a little discouraged, so we drove an hour to Wilmington to a comic book store that khirsah
knew to be clean and decent. However, we weren't sure they'd be open.
But lo, they were! And they had many comics, and were selling mostly comics, and the clerk was really nice and funny (and cute, which was a plus)! And they had Teen Titans: Year One
, and a few others I wanted, and I was very pleased.
And it took so long that this is my excuse for not writing anything today. I blame the crappy comic book stores.