I always remember how patient my grandmother was.
My grandfather would give me some money for any local comic shows, usually at a hotel in town. My grandma would drive me there, and walk me to the door to whatever room it took place in. She'd turn me loose, and go sit and read one of her novels in the lobby. She never rushed me. If I was gone a while she'd wander in and check on me, and I'd of course say I was "almost ready" , just needed to look at a few more boxes of comics. (I carried around a piece of worn notebook paper with all the issues I needed in various titles...Rom, Thor, Avengers, G.I. Joe, Power Man and Iron Fist...).
When we left she'd always ask if I got some good stuff, though she didn't know anything about comics. We'd get back to my grandparents and I'd spend the rest of the day with my new comics spread out over her bed.
Funny enough, my mom told me years later that my grandma originally didn't like the idea of me reading comics - she thought they'd be bad for me (as that was a thing, I guess, for a time...).
Glad she changed her mind