I got to my store at like ~7:30. They opened at 8 and there were like 40ish people in front of me. I was nervous.
But everyone around me looked like severely undersocialized and socially maladjusted horse girls and I determined through my satellite ears they were there for Wicked, Laufey, and Gracie Abrams, so then I was significantly less nervous.
But then a group of painfully gen-z broccoli haired they/thems with a poorly toned bleach job walked out with copies of N1A in hand, and I got nervous again.
But then when I finally got in the door (they were only letting 10 people in at a time), there were 4 copies left.
Bag secured, theydies and gentlethems, bag secured.