Upon hearing that Gary (the store's owner) had not seen "Titus," quite possibly the greatest TV show ever, I loaned him my DVD box sets. I had no hidden motive in doing this. I just thought he should see it, and hey, his is the only comic store I've found that just let's you come in, sit down and read without paying a dime (a service I've made very good use of). Yesterday, my roommate and I made our weekly comic run, during which Gary returned the last set. We hang out for a bit, shooting the breeze, talking about how stupid FOX was for canceling such a great show, and then me and the roomie decide to check out. My total came to $13 and some change, and after taking my debit card, Gary pauses. "No, let me redo this," he says, clearing my order. He then re-scans my new stuff (I had bought some back issues) saying "I was being quite the bastard." I blink in confusion, but figure that something just scanned twice or the like and he's fixing it. "You loaned me DVDs and entertainment," he says. "The least I can do is give something back." My new total is $8.47. After paying, I say "I'll have to loan you some more stuff now." His response: "I like this theory." Love that place.