Long ago, in a time that almost escapes my memory, I discovered a system for figs as a young little whipper snapper that all came to fruition by dumb luck. What figure I found matters not, just that it was a loose figure that had been freed from his carded prison. This figure was truly worth picking up and taking a look at, especially because it was just on the ground practically begging to be played with. So I picked it up while looking around to see if somebody was about to grab me by the shirt and haul me off to jail. Nope, coast was clear. Well, it wouldn't hurt to play with it for a sec I told myself. Nah, whats the worst that could happen?? So I played with it for a few and then here comes mom. Damn her and her sneaky ways of creeping up behind me like some sorta ninja ready to gut me. So she sees me with this toy, just playing in the aisle, and says lets go. So I get beside her to leave when she notices I have something in my hand. Damn it, she sees it all right and says to put it back. But mom this is mine, I says, I brought it from home. And she looks at me, says oh, and grabs my hand so we can go.
Boy, what a little dirtbag I was as a kid.
