Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I've been in business for three decades and have been broken into a few times.
What they call 'smash and grabs'. They just break a window, grab some stuff, and vamoose.
So this morning I get in the shop to set it up for New Comics Day and it's very quiet in here (as it should be)
And then I hear a noise.
Maybe it's my buddy Clinky playing a trick on me (he has keys to the store)
So I stay quiet and listen.
I hear some more noise.
It ain't Clinky. There is someone I don't know in here with me.
I think I should call out "Hey! Who is here." or something equally clever.
Or maybe I should stay quiet.
Maybe I could call the police...but he'll hear me.
Not sure what to do.
I hear some more noise from down back.
And some more.
Maybe it's just a rat or cat or bird or something.
Or a burglar with a blackjack.
I decide to man-up and head towards the back of the store. Alone. In the dark. With a stapler in my hand (why a stapler I have no idea)
As I walk back there I hear some more noise...some more. Some more.
My heart races a bit.
I get to the back and see the burglar face to face...
It was a stack of comics that fell off the rack.
And not just any kind of comics...but Spider-Man comics. And we all know how a burglar played into THAT mythos.
The above story is true. It happened just a little while ago.
Though I did lie about having a stapler in my hand.
SO TO SUM UP:
Comics fell off my racks.