IT IS BY FAR TIME YOU ALL MEET GARY:
A kid left some toys at work.
"Ohh, look at this little Spider-Man and Doc Ock!" I say, making them fight.
"Is your husband a fan of Spider-man?" Gary asks.
"No, not really" I lie.
Shut up Gary you fucking fuck I think.
The truth is that Lee likes Spider-Man a lot more than I do. I don’t actually like Spider-Man at all. But I find that I cannot allow myself to have Gary think I can’t possibly know the name of these characters all on my lonesome.
I know who Spider-Man and Doc Ock are, and I’m pretty positive a large percentage of people could identify the toys because it isn’t like Spider-Man and Doc Ock are bottom of the barrel Marvel/comic characters, you know?
Of course Gary could just have been trying to spark conversation by asking me something about my husband, bouncing off the notion that Spider-Man is popular, and wasn’t being a weird douche nozzle; but that is being too charitable I think considering he has also asked me in the past if my Star Wars lunch pail was my husbands and if my husband makes me watch baseball.
What, a bitch can’t buy Star Wars merch and watch some baseball for herself?
I WANT ANSWERS GARY.