[[Victorian Pet Shop]]
Customer: I'd like to return this talking dog. It is broken. It can only utter lies.
Cashier: Certainly! Do you need a different size? A different color?
Customer: Just cash back if possible.
Cashier: Do you have a receipt?
Customer: I received it as a gift and sadly I do not believe Grandmother kept proper track of the paperwork. What with her advanced age and various pressing anxieties vis-a-vis same.
Cashier: Well, without a receipt the best I can give you is store credit, minus a restocking fee.
Customer: I see. Store credit.
Shop Owner: Hey! You just pulled this off the shelf and now you're trying to return it!
Customer: What a preposterous accusation! Ask the dog itself.
Dog: He picked me up and came right to the return counter.
Customer: You see. LIES!
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store credit at the talking-dog store
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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