Last week, I was in Dublin. I went into a fairly large bookstore. I was in the comics section. I saw The Death Of Superman. I picked up a sample copy with now shrikwrap, had a flick trough. No security tags (or so I tought). I stuffetd Superman into my backpack. I proceeded to walk out the door. BEEEEP. The alarm went off. I look at the security gaurd. He looks at me. He knods for me to keep going, so I do. I was free. |