As I was standing in line for Rebecca Mader, the two ladies in front of me were giggling and worried that Rebecca saw them in line. They were practically BEGGING me to engage. I didn’t want to but reluctantly I did. Based on their comment, I quietly asked if they were stalkers. They giggled with their success of drawing me in. With an overly dramatic air of mystery, they said it was the other way around. Rebecca stalks them. Again, they were BEGGING for me to engage. This time I did not indulge them. It was too ‘grade school’ and I was tired.
It turned out that Rebecca knew them by name. I dare say one of the ladies looked at me to see if I was jealous. I was not. They had a few gifts they bought for her and they spent a few minutes opening them and exchanging hugs. I just smiled and pretended like I cared.
Then it was my turn. I handed over my photo and said hello.
Then I heard my name from behind me. I’m in Atlanta. The only one that knows me here is The Wife. Even when she is mad at me, it’s not that deep. I turned and it was someone I knew from SDCC. He is asking me how I’m doing. Rebecca is asking me how I’m doing. Total chaos as I tried not to turn my back to either of them.
I got my photo signed and then started catching up with a SDCC buddy. He lives not too far from Atlanta and this is his favorite show. We hung out for a while and then went our separate ways. Small world.
It was good to get Rebecca’s auto AND to see a familiar face.
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