TEDDY (peering through his spyglass): Aaggh What in blazes is this nonsense?
MR. KABOB: I'm a thirteen-dollar, rubbery-tasting KABOB representing the captive-audience retail dining industry!
TEDDY: So YOU'RE the ones at airports and sports arenas raking customers over the coals for needing to EAT!
Eight-dollar hot dogs. Twenty-dollar cheese fries. Ten-buck gallons of soda made from FOUR CENTS' worth of syrup. SHAMELESS!
TEDDY: When Burger King straight-out DOUBLES its prices in an airport terminal, you know what it tells the consumer?
"Out there in the world, if it wasn't for those pesky MARKET FORCES keeping us down...if only we COULD charge nine dollars for a Whopper, well, by God, we WOULD."
MR. KABOB: BLAH BLAH BLAH BOO-HOO CRYBABY wants everything for nothing. You know how EXPENSIVE it is to rent a retail stall at a major airport? If we charged street prices we'd be BROKE in a WEEK.
TEDDY: Really? THAT'S the reason that prices are so high?
MR. KABOB: To be fair, NO. It's the thing that you said.
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The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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