
This guy and his wife and young son approach the stand and want one for the boy. The dad asks if I can draw him as Superman, and I go to work. As the drawing begins, I hear the wife asks the dad why he chose a Superman theme when the kid loves Spider-Man. In fact, the kid's room is Spider-man
themed. The dad, who you could tell was a couple cards short of a deck, said he wanted Superman because that's what HE wanted. The wife says, "well, whatever..."
After I finish the drawing I bring it up to the stand and slide it in a frame and ask them if they wanted to frame it up. The dad asked questions about all the options, seeming interested in it, then walks back to his wife where they talk something over. When the dad comes back, he's asks, "is there going to be more detail?"
I ask him, "more detail... as in what, exactly?"
He answers, "well, I like the face but I thought the background would have, like, more detail, you know?" I ask him what sort of details he expected I was going to draw and he says, "well, I thought like there'd be a city and
all the buildings are crumbling, and things are on fire and he looks really strong and he's saving the day."
I'm thinking, "uh... wut?", but I point to the pictures on the wall and tell him this is the level of detail that we put into the drawings, that they're basically 5-minute quick sketches.
He says, "yeah, I know, but I just thought that there would be more detail, like he's saving the day
and the buildings are crumbling."
I swear this guy must have mentioned "
and the buildings are crumbling" at least 10 times during our conversation. I tell him he didn't ask for any of these very specific things before I started, but if he wanted me to redraw it with a different background, I could do that for him. He says okay and begins to list off all the things he wanted in his kid's sketch: the people are running around screaming, the cars are crashing and on fire, lasers shooting, blah blah blah, Superman is saving the day
and the fucking buildings are crumbling.
I tell this guy I don't think this is going to work out. I tell him he should probably just move on and enjoy the rest of his day at the park, and he's all, "oh, okay, sorry about that, man." This whole time his wife was rolling her as at him and looking a little frustrated. I mean, the kid didn't even like Superman.