Well, not only nerd hangers on, but parents and older comic book fiends, too.
When I was a kid, I could buy every comic on the rack at the drugstore for about five or six bucks.
Now I am 38, and I could buy every comic at the comic book store (all the ones that came out this week, that is) for about two to five hundred bucks, depending on what came out this week. Please note that my local comic shop only carries the stuff the owner thinks will sell locally, by the way.
I don’t read comics any more. But if I did, I would make a point of remembering that the guy behind the counter isn’t the one who wrote, drew, printed and priced the fraggin’ comics. He simply orders them from a distributor, and sells them for the suggested cover price.
Add that to the fact that most comic shops now sell a variety of “collectibles” ranging from HeroClix figurines (which can fetch up to $50 on Ebay for the rarer ones) to Cold Cast Porcelain Topless Lady Death 62EEE Cup Statues for $blue zillion…
…and when Little Johnny comes bouncing out of the store with this lovely treasure under his arm, and Mom sees it and promptly pops a circuit breaker… oh, man, is that comic shop clerk going to get a faceful, or what?
Of course, many comic shops don’t do refunds. They don’t dare, not with the collectible nature of their product. This means that Little Johnny isn’t going to get his Gramma’s Christmas money back from the store to spend on something Mom approves of. At least, that’s the way my local shop operates. It’s not the clerk’s idea, either – it’s the owner.
…but the clerk’s the one who gets the faceful from Mom, in her hopes that if she’s loud and psycho enough, he will give her the fraggin’ money back, just to go away…
“High Risk Occupation” indeed. You meet some fun folks, sure, but you also meet some of the people God must have made when he was just kidding or something…