I threaded my way to the front of the booth and asked the
worker if he had any tickets left for the autographing. He gave me an unconvincing ‘no’. I didn’t waste any time as I moved on with a muttered
thank you. I found another worker and
asked her. She actually paused and told
me to stay put. She came back with a
ticket. Before she put it in my grubby
little hands, she looked me in the eyes and told they were saving this for
someone else but since I was here and they weren’t…I got the ticket. So I better show up. I promised.
When the signing started, it was more chaos. It was the
first signing by that booth of the convention and they weren’t prepared. They didn’t have room to queue people for the
signing. The general public was crushing the booth to see who was there. This also
fits SDCC to a ‘T’.
Someone made a decision and gathered us up and walked us
over to a wall and told us to wait. They made a queue. Queues like these, at the last second, are
dicey. People at the booth forget about you. Or security starts trying to
dispersing you. Other people cut into front.
It’s more chaos. Welcome to ComicCon.
However, I wasn’t forgotten. I made it back to the booth and
got my autograph. It was rushed. I barely said thank you to Dennis Haybert, JesseMetcalfe, and Zack Lipovsky. The crowd
of onlookers pressed close. It was even
hard to leave the small booth. With my treasure in hand I found a small eddy of
quiet not far from the booth and placed my poster in its protective tube and moved
on to my next event.
AH
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