Anyway, the man voiced concern that in purchasing the whole stack of comics he might be acquiring duplicates of those issues he already had at home. He informed his son that he had a spreadsheet inventory of his comics available on a computer at home, and that in order to verify the issues he already owned he would need to call mom back at the house. Standing at the bins with his cell phone, he calls his wife, explains the situation, and instructs her as to where the computer is located, and of course there's some misunderstanding along the way, which only intensifies his frustration with her. This whole ordeal lasted around 10 minutes, and overhearing his side of the call was just awful. He didn't seem mean, as in abusive, but moreso he came off as a real jerk. And over what? A bunch of fair-condition 50 cent comics which aren't worth anything? Seriously?
If a full grown adult chooses to enjoy comic books, a medium typically described as adolescent fantasy, then be my guest. Hey, it works for me! Take my advice though and keep an updated inventory of your collection available on your phone so you won't have to call your exhausted wife about a bunch of super Wolverine comics during those few hours when she's trying to relax.
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