A couple walks into the store and heads directly over to the Neil Gaiman section. After few seconds the man asks “Do you have Sandman #1?”
"The first issue or the first collection?" I ask.
"The first collection."
I walk over to where he’s standing and pull out the book with the #1 on it.
"No." He says. "I’m looking for a first edition."
"Ah." I say. "Those are long gone. They reprinted and recolored them a couple of years ago. And I’m pretty sure the ones they replaced were a second or third pressing. At least."
He scoffs at me. It’s been many months since I’ve seen anyone scoff. “OB-viously. So where do you keep the first editions?”
"We don’t." I say.
"Well, what do you DO with them?" He asks.
"What do we do with them?" I ask.
"Yes. It’s a simple question. You obviously HAD them. Where did they go?"
"I SOLD them." I say.
A man behind him starts laughing.
"But you held on to a few of them, right?"
"No." I say. "We don’t hold on to copies of trade paperbacks of hardcovers. They don’t have much value."
His eyes go froggy. “So you just. Sell them all?”
"Yea." I say. "We’re a store. Selling is kind of our thing."
He stares at me. “Weird.” Then laughs. Then walks out the store.