Have you mentioned it? If you bring it up, they should work to correct it for you. Do you have a pull list with them? If you don’t, setting one up should guarantee you get the issues youre…
I know that a lot of folks are also getting shorted by Diamond (the only distributor and therefore sucktastic) on a lot of books lately so that can come into play as well. But, yeah…telling your shop (would calling them cause less anxiety for you?) that you want it, even without a pull list can sometimes help. I would tell you that setting up a pull list isn’t hard, but I go to an amazing and friendly shop with the easiest subscription system in town but I know that two others had a dumb process and wanted a credit card up front and had all sorts of rules, so I know it’s not always just as easy and walking up to the counter, telling them you want to set up a box, them giving you a form with a list of books, you checking off those titles you want, writing in the titles they don’t have and handing it back in, the end.
Best of luck!
The most annoying thing is that they have a pretty nice website set-up, but it’s all pre-order rather than pull lists, and they want a CC on file to use it. I don’t have a credit card, just my debit card, so I really don’t like to put an unknown amount on it each week. I’ve ordered back-issues through their website to pick up in-store, and it’s been 100% smooth and easy.
*sigh* I wish this wasn’t so hard for me, or that I didn’t have such a strong aversion to digital comics. That way I could d/l them in the morning and not have to worry about this. Bah. My life, so hard. :P
ino it’s not technically an LCS for you but i set up my pull list at Things From Another World for similar anxiety reasons — i don’t get everything asap but they send me exactly what i want, they’re set up so you can pay with a debit card online, and they’ve never once treated me like i was on the wrong planet just for asking about a title (thanks, shop literally blocks away!)
TIL that some shops make you fill out forms…?
Stop it. Stop trying to legitimize and monetize fanfiction. Fanfiction does not need mainstream approval, corporate approval, Hollywood approval, parental approval, or creator approval. Henry Jenkins said it best: “Fanfiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of owned by the folk.”
Leslie’s sure the cameras stopped rolling ages ago, but she still puts on a brave face as she scrambles down from the tree and lands on her twisted ankle. Ann and April are somewhere in the nearby foliage, she’s sure of it; Donna’s solid body is a reassuring presence at her back.
As for Ben and Andy and Tom, she can only hope Ron’s looking after them. She can’t remember when she last saw the other car before the T-Rex kicked the crap out of theirs, and she’s lost her phone, and, just. Heck and darn it. She rubs her right thumb over her wedding ring and then snatches her hand away.
“Leslie, over here!”
There’s a rustle of leaves and then two shapes in the darkness and Leslie reaches out to hug them.
“If you don’t mind can we save the hugs for later? I’d like to get out of here alive,” Donna says, and because she has the gun Leslie settles for a brief squeeze before letting Ann go (April ducked) and turning to squint at Donna in the dark.
“Where are we going?”
“Since the dinos can’t survive without the food additives from the Sweetums factory, I say we go up there and shut the mother down.”
“Sounds good to me,” says April, sounding remarkably unconcerned about the fact that her husband is out there somewhere with a T-Rex running around.
They hurry as fast as they can up the hill towards the road, through what was downtown Pawnee before the deciding vote by Jamm saw it turned into a prehistoric playground. Leslie wonders if he’s out there somewhere, and then decides she doesn’t care because really, if the T-Rex eats him it means it’s less likely to eat anyone she actually likes.
Once they get to the road they find the other car. It’s empty – of people, anyway. One of the compys jumps out of the front seat and hisses at them before fleeing.
“Jesus,” Donna says. “Maybe it’s not just the T-Rex fences that are down.”
“I’m driving,” April announces, and although Leslie thinks it’s a bad idea she has to admit that April does get them to the Sweetums factory a lot faster than anyone else would have.
The power clearly didn’t go out at the factory, or else they have good backup generators, because every window blazes with light. As they get out of the car Leslie can hear someone screaming, a monotonous repetitive sound that goes on and on without end.
April’s already starting towards the open front door of the factory. Leslie grabs her arm and holds her back. “Wait.”
Leslie points. Clearly silhouetted against the light in one of the lower windows is the head of a raptor, part-open mouth showing the wickedly sharp teeth.
“Okay, girls, let’s get dangerous,” Donna says, passing out weapons from the back of the car. Leslie spares one glance back into the darkness where Ben isn’t and then takes the tranq gun from Donna and checks the load.
Like it or not, this is still one of her parks, and she has to defend it.
OH MY GOD IT’S STILL ONE OF LESLIE’S PARKS
and this is beautiful and perfect and thank you!