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So this week in the "odd shit that happens at the comic shop" category, I have a tale to tell.

Monday night at about six or so I was headed back to work with my newly acquired Ham & Swiss on rye...

for an Idea of the magnitude of this Sandwich.

...I noticed I was being followed. I slowed my pace, my pursuer also slowed, I sped up as did my stalker. Finally I got back to the comic shop, I rushed to un-latch the door and get inside. She followed me in.

I decided to play it cool, I went and sat behind the counter and began to unwrap my mammoth sandwich. She followed me behind the counter. I couldn't continue this game with her. I offered her some of my ham and she greedily accepted without a word, and after wolfing down a healthy sized portion of my dinner she ran off to sleep under the manga display. I finally broke the awkward silence.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I said.

She just looked dead straight into my eyes from under the book rack and meowed.