The Misunderstood Librarian

Mark and I are staying with my parents and grandmother as part of our ongoing job-and-home-hunting quest. This morning, we hit up Borders for a couple of things. When we got home, the following conversation ensued:

Me: Well, we managed to only get one other thing at Borders (we went to pick up a test prep book for Mark).

Grandma: Oh? What’s that?

Me: Understanding Comics.

Grandma: I’m disappointed.

Me: Well, it’s for my job! It’s professional development! (side note: this is only kind of true. Mostly it’s an accessory to my burgeoning love for comics/graphic novels).

Grandma: Well. You could have fooled me.



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