Rob Kelly I was driving with my Dad, and I begged him to stop at the nearest 7-11 so I could get a comic book. I was looking to mainline some four-color(I just made that phrase up, pass it on!) and I wanted to get a comic, any comic. I had 50c on me, so I knew I could get at least one.
My Dad agreed, and I ran into the store and after a quick scan grabbed a title I always enjoyed, DC Comics Presents. This was a new issue, and the George Perez cover, as usual, was all I needed to be convinced to pick it up.
I went to the counter, handed over my money, and the 7-11 guy said "that'll be 60 cents."
Yes, in fact, since the previous month's books, DC had raised their price from 50 to 60 cents, and in my mad rush to grab a comic, I didn't even notice the price increase.
Crestfallen, I marched back outside and gave my Dad my sob story(with real sobs!) about how the price went up and I didn't have enough money and I really wanted the book and normally I wouldn't ask but...
My Dad, not wanting to hear this pathetic tale any longer, uncomplainingly handed me another dime and I went back in and the bought the book. Victory, and the comic, was mine.
But I walked back out of that 7-11 just a little less innocent than I had been going in.