Two Tokens

Ah….Time.  It flies when you have fun.  It doesn’t, when you do not.  In truth, it becomes a miasma of hopeless despair and endless suffering when standing in line for what seems like an eternity.  This pretty much describes about 30% of our time at Comic Con.  This being my first Con, I simply did not realize how much time you actually do spend in line.  I was even given a warning, which I did not heed as you will see in the following story.  Morale of this simple tale?  Trust those who have been there.

Please understand me, my fellow Tokens…not chuckled…but full on freakin’ laughed at me.

Standing in line at the airport getting ready to depart to the Mecca of spandex and blinking-light goodness that is Comic Con 2009, I happened to catch someone out of the corner of my eye.  Guy was wearing an old beat-up Spiderman T-shirt and flip-flops.  I took note of the shirt and figured he was heading to the same destination.  While running down the gambit of our particular interests he stopped abruptly and asked me what my “itinerary” was.  I told him I was meeting up with a friend and we were going to hit like 10-12 panels on the first day, and probably another 8-10 the second…you know not wanting to “squish everything in.”  He turned to me and LAUGHED.  Please understand me, my fellow Tokens…not chuckled…but full on freakin’ laughed at me.  Split between running in shame and hiding or hitting him in the face…I decided to select the least ghetto option and be diplomatic.  ”What the hell are you laughing at?”.  To which he simply replied…”Yeah dude, good luck with that….” and walked off.  Conversation ended.  Unfortunately, he was right.  Our first day at the Con we stood in line so long we forgot what panel we were going to see (seriously - no jokes).  Needless to say we hit like 1 or 2 panels on the first day, our egos and “itinerary” crushed.  I guess we’ll have to get creative next year…Nic mentioned something about clones….