The Leisure Suit: A Riverdale Original
Until yesterday, the shop was located rigiht next to Manifest Discs & Tapes, and we would have people coming in constantly asking where our CDs were. You could tell them a mile away as they wandered in, wide-eyed and saying things like: "Boy, y'all sure have changed since the last time I was in here." Then, sooner or later, they'd realize that they had apparently missed our bright yellow sign, the name of the shop stenciled on the door, and the several-thousand comic books and walked into the wrong store. This would happen four, five times a day.
That's one of the things I was most excited about when we moved the store--no more people wandering in by accident looking for, and this is a quote, "your Gospel section." Don't get me wrong, Manifest is a neat store, and the people who work there are nothing but cool, but it wears on you after a while.
Yesterday was our first day at the new location. The first group of customers asked me where Manifest was.
Someday, I will crush you all.
Until then, though, I'm going to continue reading through old issues of Archie like I did tonight, finding gems like this one:
Man, check those threads. It's like he's going to a Halloween party dressed as Charles Nelson Reilly (which, now that I think of it, isn't a bad costume). The shirt alone could have sonnets written about it. And while I realize that Betty's shrieking for help, the more I look at it the more Archie just looks like he's shocked to be wearing it.
My personal favorite, though, is the little A on his belt. I just can't figure it out. It's half rodeo-prize, half utility-belt logo. It's incscrutable, and I can't think about it any longer or I might lose it entirely.
I showed the picture to Kevin, who was immediately siezed by the urge to remix it, giving us this:
Not to be outdone, I fired back a double-shot courtesey of my meager photoshop skills:
Suffice to say, I'm still pretty worn out. Feel free to make your own.