It took us a little longer than expected to tear down from the con. I told Tang we'd meet him at 6:30 but we didn't leave the convention centre until 6:30. No problem it was only a couple of block to the car and not very far to the Second Cup. We'd drop off our kit in the car and boot over to the Second cup and should be there no later than 7:00. Tang will undoubtedly understand things were taking a little longer and wait that long.
We get to the parking lot and that's when we realized things wern't right. Pete is frantically searching his pockets and says, "Guys... I've got this sick feeling my keys arn't with me."
That's when I look through the passanger window of his car and see this... his keys locked inside the car. "Awwww fuck!" I scream. What then takes place is a call to the CAA, being put on hold for 20 minutes and much half assed attempts with a coat hanger to get inside the car. All parking lots should be required to have slim-jims by golly.
Anyways, by the time we get things sorted out and get to the Second Cup it's about 8:00pm and Tang has understandably left, probably thinking "Those fucking bastards have stood me up!" (I sent Tang a PM when I got home telling his what happened).
It was one of only two events that dampened the last day of the convention for me. The first was an incident during the con when I was in the middle of a transaction that I noticed a very cute little girl of about 8 or 9 years took one of my business cards with the website's name and URL on it.
GAAAH!
I reached over and gentley took the card from the little girl and said "I'm sorry dear, but I really can't let you have that. You see my comic is a comic that is only for grownups. It's not appropriate for little children. I'm really sorry."
She gave me such a sad, hurt look as I took the card away from her that I almost went Piro and wept. She broke my mean-old-man heart. What was I to do though. I could not, in good conscience, let a little child walk away with a card to my website for a whole number of reasons.
I later realized, looking at the card that she took that she took the card because she must have liked the picture of the funny, cute, pink monster on it (it was F'ga). I felt like such a shit. I should have just crossed out the text on the card with a black magic marker so she could have the picture or better yet, just drawn her a quick picture of F'ga. But I was so tired and busy that my mind was just not that sharp by the last day of the con to think up that.
Sorry little girl that mean ol' Uncle Ghastly took the card away from you. But hey, come back in 10 years and I'll be more than happy to have you as a reader. I'll even draw you a picture of any tentacled beasties you want.
Man, I felt like such a shit.
