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It was now almost 6pm, just in time for the 5:30-7pm autographing session for the Blue and Black Rangers. Jackie and I ran to the basement level so we could get in line and got to Table 21 just in time. Except… no Power Rangers. No line. Nothing. I asked a nearby staff member who told me the convention (yet again) made a mistake on the website. There was accidentally a double booking for these two Power Rangers. Yes, they would be doing basic autographs on Friday through Sunday, but their autographing for Thursday would be limited to the BOOM Comics booth on the shopping floor. Just as we were turning to leave, a wizard appeared.

There he was, one row over at Table 20 with only one person in his line… Jason Isaacs. Jackie and I started screaming and patiently waited the thirty seconds it would take for it to be our turn. We both told him how handsome he is, how much we love Harry Potter and how happy we both were he safely made it to NYCC. We forgave his plane troubles and thanked him for trying to make it to as much of the convention as possible; celebs cancel all the time and he still came for the only hour he could. We had given up on meeting him but perfect timing allowed us to get in his line at the last second with zero wait time. Moments like this rarely happen, let alone twice at one Con. This was, of course, thanks to fate… and those pesky Power Rangers.

Or, rather, the lack of Power Rangers. It was now 6:30pm. We ran back up to the shopping level, scurried around for a bit and then finally saw the giant BOOM Comics sign. We waited a few minutes in line and at 6:50pm we got to the front. “Oh, sorry guys, nobody told you? This is a special autographing session just for people that bought the BOOM Power Rangers Comic Book,” some jerk assistant informed us. I’m sure we weren’t the first disappointed fans because the two Rangers wouldn’t even look at us. Before we could complain, the lights started turning off. We gave the last two childhood icons in our presence a goodbye wave and said, “Hopefully we’ll see you guys next year!”

Unlike the Red Ranger, these guys weren’t being greedy. NYCC had screwed up their schedule and we didn’t want them to pay the price. Karma tends to punish jerks. When you mean well, you are rewarded. This year proved that with several unexpected encounters experienced at the last possible second. I don’t know when or how but I’m sure the convention gods were watching and will reward me one day soon with another epic Comic Con.

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