went to a small "comic and toy con" downstate because a friend got roped into vending and wanted me to come visit
>sure, why not
>four hours later, in traffic: instant regret
>get to the venue
>shitty windowless shack on a golf course in the middle of nowhere
>oh look, they still haven't finished setting up
>wait 1.5 more hours to get badge
>inside is boiling hot and packed with sweaty nerds
>every attendee would be right at home on People of Walmart
>friend can't leave table, can't hang out until after con, can't talk without boss breathing down her neck
>qt Spider-Gwen hugs me; the only nice part
>only thing in the "game room" corner is an N64 hooked up to a 13-inch tv
>white guy hogging Super Mario 64 keeps screaming "EEEEEEYYYYYYY! I dindu nuffin!"
>get hungry as fuck
>google says the nearest place to get food is a gas station 25 min away
>ask around to see if anyone knows where to get lunch nearby
>"oh, lunch is included with your badge! they're setting up the buffet now!"
>wander over to "buffet" on far end of room
>a man is making a small pot of vegetarian chili and reheating frozen chicken nuggets on a hot plate.
>give zero fucks at this point, get in line for food
>wait half an hour
>people keep cutting in line
>mob grows restless
>volunteers keep stealing cups of chili and plates of nuggies, so the guy has to keep starting over with more frozen shit
>suddenly horrible smell
>the toilet has flooded and turds have floated into the hall
>children start playing in the toilet water; no parents appear
>rabble rabble rabble
>and then they ran out of food after the first six people were served.
at least I got chick-fil-a afterward.