Imposter Turtles

"Wait!  What?!  He's coming here?!?  Are the rest coming too??  Can we see him?  Please!  Please!".  I was around nine years old and it seemed the impossible was about to happen.  I could not believe my ears, my heart was beating out of my chest, my mind was racing, and it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping all over the place.  I had just been informed that Michelangelo, one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, was coming to town.  My head had a million questions running through it.  How could this be?  North Carolina is no where close to New York.  Where were the others?  Were they were visiting other towns?  Had the Shredder finally been defeated for good?  We all piled into the car and headed to the video rental store to see him.  I barely waited for the car to stop before I jumped out and sprinted towards the door.  The line wrapped around most of the building.  I waited, but I did not wait patiently.  Finally we were inside and within twenty feet of a great superhero.  I got up close, collected an autograph, and tried to eek out a few questions.  My voice and my brain no longer connected.  Collectively they had failed me.  I moved out of the way so others could bask in Michelangelo's presence.  On my way out, I was kicking myself for not saying anything.  Then my eyes caught something.  It was just a small something.  It reflected the light into my eyes.  It was the zipper of the costume.  I had met an imposter!  My brain and voice had not failed me, instead they had prevented me from spilling my secrets to one of Shredder's Foot Soldiers.