You know, when I first subscribed to Funnyjunk my favorite content were career short stories, and I really wanted doing one, but I had no interesting stories.
Then the latest two years came.
In search for a little cash, I accepted to work as a "vendor helper" in an official vendor stand for a little comics shop in Italy, for two consecutive years in two different "editions" of the same Comicon.
Same questionable customers.
With the eventual push of user wax I decided to finally share these experiences. Have a good read.
Let's start with the bang. Imagine this giant Alphonse Elric abruptly losing an arm while walking in front of your stand. Imagine that arm falling on the outer glass shelf and shatter it. I and my co-workers were pretty cool about it, also because the cosplayer was really mortified.
We just replaced the now-shattered-and-on-the-floor glass shelf with a plank of wood and it ended there. The heart attack I had though, that lasted quite long.
This happened during the last day of the first year. T'was a Sunday, so it was full of people even for a Comicon vendor stand. In between the crowd there were these two guys, who started picking up manga and comics before some other rude customers started squishing them out of the first lane and had to backup a little without paying.
The exact moment this happened, the owner of the stand (imagine this old, big, grey-haired armoire of a guy) immediately jumped up from his seat and started yelling at them, accusing them of trying to steal our merch.
The guys obviously weren't thieves and were pretty embarrassed. After that, the owner started to be pretty ashamed of the big scene he just put up, took a break and never went back until evening. I guess the work can be stressing, but breaking down like that it's a little too much.
To this day I'm still not sure if those were even gift cards from a comic book store. Let's be fair, what kind of comic store sells gift cards?
I and all the co-workers swore that if that guy would've come back asking for a refund because that figure was broken, we would have had to laugh in his face.
Unlike for the other guy, this time I felt pretty bad. I don't quite remember what figure was, perhaps a K-On! one. I really hope for that guy that his waifu is okay and all in one piece on his shelf.
In our stand there were me, two young coworkers (one male and one female) and the owner of the stand. And then there was her, this guard.
Imagine this big, buffed, black, short woman with always a grudge on her face. She wasn't working for us nor with us, but instead was working for the Comicon and was assigned to our zone. Imagine her lifting with ease a guy and escorting him away. The guy wasn't hurt and was a good sport about it, but the whole situation ****** me up.
Guys, it doesn't matter how much social anxiety you have, we understand. Just ask.
We had the goodies this guy wanted. He just should've asked.
Remember, before going to a Comicon shower and put on some deodorant. How can you be so filthy that you literally soil the issues by touching them?!
I wanted to ask her if she chose that bra for the specific purpose of shoplifting or if it was but a coincidence. The co-workers didn't let me.
This is probably the biggest cons of having your stand outside. This happened on the last day of the second year, and unfortunately, the guard wasn't with us that day: this last story would've been so much more gruesome.
For the curious ones, the figure was a 60€ Lupin the Third figure. I remember quite fondly, since I was the one who had to clean it up.
That's all for this comp.
If you guys enjoyed these stories I might come back with a "Part 2" by asking my coworkers their experiences in the Comicons where I wasn't present.