pettyrevenge:

When the sixth Harry Potter book came out, I was 13 and finally old enough for my mom to let me stay up all night and go to the midnight release. This is a huge event, so instead of making everyone stand in line all night, the bookstore gave away numbered wristbands in a line in the morning so that the nighttime could be spent doing activities.

When I got there in the morning I was pretty bummed because it looked like there were a hundred or so people in front of me, including my neighbor and her dad, would proceeded to laugh when they saw me walk in and had to go to the back of the line. I got to the front, and the lady at the table asked me “Did you pre-order the book?” Fuuuuck, I didn’t know that you had to pre-order them! I told her I hadn’t, and she gave me a different colored wristband than everyone else. I looked down and saw the number on the wristband, and it was number 1. When my neighbor and her dad saw it, they laughed even harder, and told me that I’d probably have to wait for everyone to get their pre-ordered books first and then they’ll move on to me and the other normal release people.

Fast forward to around 11PM, and everyone is starting to line up by their numbers. After asking a bookstore employee where to line up, she points to a much shorter line than the main one that everyone was in, and I was the first in line. I got my book at exactly midnight, and walked over to my neighbor and dad who still had probably 50 people in front of them. The look on their faces was priceless when I started reading the first couple sentences of the first chapter out loud to them while they were still standing in line.