Hi, gang. I’m presently at the San Diego Comic-Con, and I’m always overwhelmed by the daunting number of carbon-based oxygen-breathers all in one place! Yes, there’s a mountain of people, and it’s crowded, and everyone’s tired… but it doesn’t mean ya gotta forget yer a human being. Here’s a greeb I was reminded of today…. Conventions centers NEVER put out enough tables for folks to sit down and eat their over-priced con food, but if everyone eats and leaves, it all sorta works out. However, some upright primates mess up the system.
So this is a shout-out to all those people who think the dining area is their private rest area…. MOVE ON! There are mothers with small hungry children sitting on the cement, while self-absorbed fanboys (with no food in front of ’em) thumb through their freebies. Take a hike, lazy lifeforms!
Thank you. 🙂