There was the monthly local trade night at the local shop this past Thursday evening. Frivolities were had, poor life choices were made, the usual.
I'm standing on one side of the shop with a couple of friends, while a group of people are opening boxes twenty feet away. When they erupt with cheers, and then as one, get quiet, and all turn and look at me.
Not anything to be worried about, right? Ha! They were like zombies yearning for brains. The salivating was palpable.
So yeah. One of my Andruw binders now hosts a Superfractor.
Does this mean I'm now one of the cool kids???