“Can I talk to you for a second?” He looked serious. I walked to the edge of my booth and JR followed me. I motioned with my head to our buddy who was sorting to manage the front of the booth. “Can you handle the customers for a second?” He nodded.
The guy who stood before me was one of the other Magic vendors. His voice cracked a little as he started talking. “Did one of my employees sell you some cards?”
I thought back over the weekend. “Yeah. He stopped by and sold us a few Snapcaster Mages and some other stuff. Why?”
“Because cards have been coming up missing all weekend. … Snapcaster is one of them.” He was visibly upset. I didn’t know what to say. “Man, I’m sorry to hear that! How can we help?” I asked.
“I dunno, if you could not buy anymore cards from him that would help.” I granted his request and offered to work with him on recovering the cards that were already sold to us. He was grateful but far from happy.
I remember watching him walk away. I could see the lump in his throat, one of those lumps that you just can’t swallow.
This is not the same as getting robbed, because losing money is not the part that hurts. It’s the betrayal of trust that throttles you. When the news of Tristan Shaun Gregson hit the Twittersphere, the same emotions from that Sunday afternoon swept over me. I thought about all the friends and business partners that must feel betrayed, and my heart goes out to them.
I asked Heather to do a 20 Tweets to chronicle the Twitter community’s response and to report the situation from a journalistic perspective. Leave your thoughts in the comments.
— Jonathan Medina
“Bad news isn’t wine. It doesn’t improve with age.” – Colin Powell
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