I’m not ready to start dealing in collectible swimwear.
[SETTING: Saturday at the comic shop. Mike is sorting through some recently received boxes filled with magazines and very miscellaneous collectibles. Pal Dorian arrives on the scene….]
Me: “Hey, Dor, look what was in this collection of stuff we just got…Avengers kid’s swimtrunks!”
Dorian: “Um….”
Me: “Don’t worry, they appear to be brand new and unworn. So, whaddya think? Are they me?” (jokingly holds swimtrunks at about waist level, like he’s sizing them for himself)
Dor: (pulls out camera)
Me: “Oh no, no, no, no, no.”
Dor: “What? I just want to take a picture of you holdi….”
Me: “NO.”
Dor: “C’mon, not even just for our friends?”
Me: “NO.”
Dor: “Really?”
Me: “NO. You know what those guys would do.”
Dor: “Are you sure?”
Me: “I don’t think I need a picture of me, a man nearly 40 years old, posing with a pair of boy’s swimtrunks floating around the internet.”
New Employee Tim: “Hey, I’m only 15, I’ll hold ’em for a picture!”
Dor & Me: “NO!“
