It had been an eventful evening. He had saved New York, saved Mary Jane for the 5th time, beaten Doc Ock, and now had more holes in his leotard than there were in swiss cheese. Time for another trip to the fabric store. He would have to pawn his motorbike again, but he expected his services as Spiderman's photographer would be in demand again due to recent activities, and would have little trouble in attaining the cash to buy it back.
(at the fabric store)
"Oh look, Berniece, it's that odd young man again." Peter approached the checkout counter with the same items he always did, 4 bolts each of two colors of spandex, bright red and deep blue, two bolts of net appliqué, and several iron-on spider patches left from Halloween overstock. He paid in exact change, he knew the exact total by now, and left without saying a word. The two old ladies behind the check-out counter watched him go. "So much spandex, Helga, where does it all go?" "I don't rightly know, Berniece, but I think it's time to reorder."