[[Joan is seated at a pedestal roll top desk. Girl Scout Mom approaches holding a cardboard box.]]
Girl Scout Mom: Who wants to buy Girl Scout cookies? Joan, I saved you some Thin Mints!
Joan: Get out of here with that stuff! What's wrong with you? Shameless!
Girl Scout Mom: I? I also have Samoas?
Joan: You've got some nerve strolling in here like a peanut vendor at a ballgame!
Where are the girls? Where are the uniforms? Unless you've got a fifth-grader and a card table in that box, you need to step out of Accounts Receivable.
Girl Scout Mom: Joan, don't be a jerk! They're for my daughter!
Joan: And when your daughter comes in here, or when I see her in front of the grocery store building character, I will buy from her then. You are not her agent.
Girl Scout Mom: And you speak for the whole office?
Joan: Absolutely I do.
[[Man with a crazed expression leaps on top of the desk.]]
Man: GIVE ME ALL YOUR TAGALONGS
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{{alt-text: My wife gets mad whenever I mention Girl Scout Cookies without ALSO mentioning Camp Fire Candy, so sub in whichever term you prefer.}}
My wife gets mad whenever I mention Girl Scout Cookies without ALSO mentioning Camp Fire Candy, so sub in whichever term you prefer.
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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