The Lego Minifigures are starting to show up in stores–and predictably vanishing shortly thereafter. Given my absolute hatred of having to drive around chasing down hard-to-find toys (see: my quitting of DCUC and my insouciance regarding MOTUC shipping costs), I decided to just pre-order a 10-pack of the minifigures via Entertainment Earth.

But while I wait for that to arrive, I did find some packs at Newbury Comics. Now, these are supposed to be $2 at retail, but Newbury always has to rip you off so they hiked it to $4. There were three packs left. Not having the barcode list with me (whose accuracy seems to be hit-and-miss), I felt each pack and quickly realized that, despite what you may have heard, feeling the pack is completely worthless for identifying the figure unless you happen to be some sort of tactile savant. In the end, I just grabbed one, overpaid and left.

The sad result can be seen to the right. Yes, I got the nurse. As I explained to DMG, I am not upset because the figure is a woman. I would have been just as upset with a male nurse. I am upset because it is a NURSE.

Don’t get me wrong; nurses fill a vital role in our health care system and are often under-appreciated. My sister-in-law is about to become a nurse, and that’s awesome. But when this line contains zombies, clowns, robots and luchadores, a nurse is just a bit disappointing.

Still, she looks pretty neat. She comes with two needles (yikes!) and what appears to be the EKG of someone named Dawes. The spike in the center no doubt occurred when Mr. Dawes saw his nurse double-fisting needles.