Strict31 wrote:In toronto, there's a shitload of places to buy figs at. At least ML figures. Around here, that ain't so much the case.
In my experience, it's not kids, or parents with kids, rather, buying these figures.
And both Mattel and Hasbro realize this, or else they wouldn't have each created separate lines specifically aimed at kids.
So, I'd either tell the parent that, and aim them towards the cheaper kids-themed product that won't break the first time little Johnny tries to have Kitty Pryde drop an atomic elbow on Blue variant Costume Angel.
Or, I'd simply tell the parent he must not really love his kid, because instead of running his fuckin' mouth, he could have been stabbing me in the belly. At which point, I would stab him in the belly for being a failure as a parent, and say to the child, "Welcome to life, kid. Get a fuckin' job."
Yeah, there are a number of places, but these happened at an out of the way LCS. Most LCSes have become toy shops more then not around here.
I just restrained myself and pointed the kid to the back of the store or turned them over to the staffer. The parents I just returned the look they gave. Hell, I head to order the one figure at the brat is almost pitching a fit 'cause he wants it? I really wish I could have kicked that kid through a wall. I hate spoiled brats. If I acted that way as a kid, I got smacked and later dealt with if I didn't smarten up after that.
Thing is, there always seems to be that line of thought that, the stuff is for kids, not an adult. But for me, I'm thinking, it's a product, I got it in hand and the money for it. Also, where the hell do they have the knowledge that it's always for myself? These modern parents are self centered fucktards making newer generations.
OK I vented. And asked the question.
Part is when I told the one story to the former gf, she said the, "it was just a toy..." ...I should have knifed her then and there.