#6: Ripping off kids
I spent way too much money at comics and card shows when I was a youth. Where the heck did I get all that money anyway? This guy was undoubtedly laughing all the way to the bank (and apparently the business card print shop) with my “hard-earned” wealth. I suppose when we are children, money means little more than “I can trade this for crap I actually WANT!!!” Well, guys like the gentleman who displayed this card at one of countless Three Rivers Mall card shows I attended, knew that all too well and took full advantage. For shame, you fat bastards!
