“I know, I know, a thooousand questions. But first, the Tronya.”
I got the best score of my entire (narrow, haphazardly-approached) trading card purchasing career today:
:: bargain of the century ::
This image, on a Star Trek card, for the tidy sum of one thin dime. It was just so horrifying and compelling and sheerly cheesy. Plus he’s wearing that sparkly blue getup.
“TEN CENTS?” I stood bug-eyed at the counter, “This thing is a marvel! I can’t believe you have it at all. I don’t know how it is that someone hasn’t snapped this amazing thing up!”
“I know, right?” said the salesgirl with the red shelf bangs and and the awesome knee-high boots. “Every so often I’ll go through the card boxes and sit the really crazy-great ones out front. I moved that thing up three months ago and nobody’s looked twice at it.” So great was her bafflement that her mouth hung slightly agape as she shook her head slowly.
That is because, oh cute and pop-savvy comic store girl, my dang guardian angel put blinders on everyone as they passed it. Jesus was saving that card for me. I now have one more life’s ambition: I need Clint Howard to sign this thing for me.
I was googling around trying to find a scan of the card (because, hello? LAZINESS.) to show you and I came across this tiny bit of magnificence:
I have never, ever seen this episode. Good Lord was I ever robbed.
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