A Sublime Exsithtence

I have a Star Wars thought, but I wasn’t about to title this “Sith Happens,” for obvious reasons (you know, that I’m both cool and grumpy). So I’m in my boss’ office going over some networking stuff and he has his TV turned to MSNBC.

This is the part where I say that while I’m a big Star Wars fan, I don’t quite get the dressing up on every conceivable location thing. Part of that might be that I don’t suffer fools gladly. If I’m dressed up as Chewbacca, I’m going to go all interstellarly postal when the tenth person commands that I growl.

That’s not my thought, though.

What I’m wondering is, what happens when someone else is in line wearing your same getup? I mean, if you wimped out and chose “Storm Trooper” or “Imperial Guard,” then sure, you’re in good company. But two Darth Vaders? In the same line? I picture two Darth Vaders weighing about 99 pounds each, trying to crush each other’s throats with the Force.

Is the victor the person who has the best/most accurate costume? ‘Cause if it’s just the breathing thing, I could kick some serious ass in line.