A few days ago when I was in the U.S. we stopped by Barnes and Noble and I freaked out because you could get so many more sci-fi and fantasy books there than were I lived so before I knew it I was at the checkout with a Japanese polictical dystopian horror novel, an Assassin’s Creed novelisation, and a Star Wars EU book.
It was only as I got there that I realised I was wearing a Star Wars shirt with a cutely reinvented Death Star plastered across my chest and a chibi Han and Leia cuddling before it as though it were the moon.
The guy wordlessly did all the stuff he needed to do and then suddenly he lit up and said:
“There’s a book festival coming up! There’s going to be reduced prices on everything from fantasy to Star Wars,” - points at the book, grins - “Cosplay is encouraged, and…” He continued for a while, very happily.
And I smiled back at him while dying inside because I knew at the end of his enthusiastic monologue I was going to have to tell him I was leaving the next day and awk. ward.
Also a random guy speed-walked past me in Walmart, slowed for a millisecond and called, “I love your shirt!”
But that made me grin like an idiot, like the Barnes and Noble incident did, after a while. A very pleased, geeky, finally-among-her-own idiot.