The Shop
“Hey! Let me know if you need help finding anything!”
That was the typical thing to hear at my local comic shop. Ever since I moved out to Boston I hear it much less frequently, if at all.
Wednesdays used to be such a blast. Getting off work to go to the shop and pick up your favorite books if not to just chat with good friends or meet some new ones. Comicopia is the closest shop to where I live. It’s a really nice place. Really upscale, nice shelving, and a decent selection. I dugg going there for a bit, but each time I went it sunk in more and more: these people aren’t that friendly or helpful! I never really felt welcome there. If I asked for help it was usually met with a condescending-elitist remark, or they were too caught up in their geek-convo to hear me the first time (and when they did I got a look of “how dare you interrupt or most important conversation!”).
Today was the last day I am going there. From now and I am boycotting Comicopia and taking the ride across the river to 1000 Year Picnic (much cooler name). Which isn’t much better, but definitely the lesser of two evils. I miss Nuclear.
