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So as most of you know by now, we moved downtown. If you don’t know this fact, you need to go back and read a few blogs here and at Ali’s blog.

I used this move as an excuse to break up with my comic book shop. It’s not the best shop ever, books are a day late, they often don’t get enough in so there was a lot of times when I had to wait an additional week or more. But I did like the people that worked there.

So after Ali and I moved, I called up the shop (that’s right, I dumped them over the phone) and told them that I wanted to cancel my pull list. It happened to be the new owner that answered the phone. He seemed really broken up about it.

“Was everything okay?” he asked. “Is there something we can do differently?” I assured him everything was okay, and told him again that I moved downtown and wasn’t in the area of that shop anymore, which was a total lie. I pass it everyday on the way home from work. Classic “it’s not you, it’s me” pulled off pretty flawlessly, I thought.

So I’ve been going to the new shop for 4 or 5 weeks now, and of course you sometimes think back to your ex. Is the grass really greener? As long as they’re happy, and you hope they want the same for you. Right?

My new shop has my books every Wednesday, and except for one minor screw up on their part, everything has been pretty cool.

This past Saturday was Free Comic Day, a day started to try and bring in new readers by giving people free books. With all the running around we had to do this weekend, I wouldn’t be able to go to the new shop and get free swag.

But Ali was getting her hair cut at the mall where the old shop was. I did need to pick up a book that my new shop somehow screwed up the order on (It’s a rather big book in the scheme of what is going to happen in the DC Universe this year, launching several titles from it.) So I decide that I can pick up the book I missed this week there, and get whatever free comics are left.

I walked in, the owner was there, helping a ton of customers. I was happy for him. The shop was usually dead when I was there, maybe I’d see one other customer, tops. I found the book I needed, and decided to browse the trades since I needed to spend more than the cost of the book to use my debit card (I never carry cash.).

Well, I guess he forgot that I called to cancel my list because he asked if I had anything waiting for me. I reminded him that I had closed my pull list, and it all came flooding back to him.

He knew I found another shop. Another woman.

Him -(Sheepishly) “How’s your new shop treating you?”
Me -(Awkwardly) “It’s pretty good. You know…”
Him -”Yeah.”
Me -”Yeah. So how did the Free Comic Day go today?” I said changing the topic.

Hi, how about a slice of awkward cake?

Good bye, old comic book store. I’ll look back on our time together as mostly adequate, but never punctual. I miss the free bags and boards, though.

I think the emotions here can only be described by überband, Chicago.

I’m said Im happy for you,
I’m really happy for you.
Found someone else,
I guess I wont be coming round.
I guess its over, baby;
It’s really over, baby, whoa…
And from what you said
I know youve gotten over me;
It’ll never be the way it used to be.
So if its gotta be this way,
Dont worry, baby, I can take the news okay.

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