The thing about once-in-a-lifetime opportunities is that they come, well, once in a lifetime. And what I think the parents and the younger sister in this comic-con situation don’t seem to grasp is that ruining such an experience is something that can sting for, you guessed it, a lifetime.

And I know Comic-Con isn’t exactly like a comet sighting you can catch once every 74 years, and that, in theory, when this teenager grows up a little bit, she can buy as many Comic-Con passes with as many photo op tickets as she wants. But that wouldn’t help me even a tiny bit if something similar happened to me when I was a teenager.

Now, I might not be the biggest consumer of Comic-Con’s universe of content, but what I love about these stories is how you can see the universals (see what I did there) underlying them.