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If you're referring to Gorilla Grodd, it's two d's. The people under discussion don't have a sense of history beyond the last five to ten years, so it's unlikely they even care about Grodd. That would be the kind of sad customer category I fall into.
It always stuns me to see someone pick up 20 titles a week from a pull file, then turn around and pick up another dozen from the shelves to fill in the gaps. I don't get it. Whe I owned my shop, I never had pull files, so I didn't really have that kind of clientele.
The creepiest customer I ever had was She-Hulk Boy. I had all my back issues for a buck each (that's Canadian, which is worth next to nothing) to make it easier for the kids to get into comics. This one guy came in, looked at a few things, then found the She-Hulk bin. Every month he would come in and buy a few more She-Hulk comics. He was this little, middle-aged, hunched over man with a comb over, always sweating and looking around him with fear. If I had suggested the Byrne Fantastic Four comic where She-Hulk is filmed topless, he would have exploded.
She-Hulk Boy came in on the last day I had the shop open. I was kind of worried I would never see him again. We were having a party, and my friend The Sinister Ukelele Minstrel was providing the entertainment. She-Hulk Boy came in and when he made his usual purchase of two or three She-Hulk comics, I told him about the store closure. He panicked, went back to the bins, and bought every She-Hulk comic I had left. He even picked up multiple copies of issues he already owned.
That day my ukelele playing friend composed a song in tribute to this great fanboy called, appropriately, She-Hulk Boy. Years later, it is still part of his setlist. |
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