Indeed Wanders, Ted has no chair; is he standing? Kneeling? On a unicycle?It is a thing of wonder to see the waiter transform from tip-seeking obsequity to surly, slouching contempt for the deadbeat.Another exquisite Moy-tease in panel 2 as she leaves us speculating on what Ted's wonderful and convoluted contrived excuse will be, doubtless to bring us slamming down to earth with sheer banality tomorrow.
wanders: The "waiter in slacks" label needs an adjective IMHO. "surly waiter..."? "dyspeptic waiter..."? You decide.shandyowl: LOL re: Ted on a unicycle. [Oh, the imagery!!! You're probably right about tomorrow's banality, though I'd love to see what tap-dance Ted might do for Our Fair Adrian.Maybe Ted can pull out several more credit cards (and we all know he has several packs of 'em in various pockets rubber-banded together) which can all be rejected simultaneously?
What's with Ted's hair in frame 1? Just a day or so ago (in the Worthiverse) he looked like some respectable 1950s transplant. In this frame, he looks like some kind of 1950s beatnik, 1960s Spock wannabe, or 1990s Metrosexual dirtbag. Or, like my son did the other day after getting about five inches of hair lopped off, and before any actual styling could be done to the new coiffure. Yet another sure sign that Ted is not what he appears to be. Nations Geography, indeed.--wheelhed
I think Ted is a rip off of the Matt Dillon character in "There's something about Mary."
Love the slacks category idea! It does seem necessary at this point.And Ted had better hurry up with his explanation, because that poor waiter has to use the bathroom pronto! We all know THAT pose.Anon: the hair struck me, too. He has bangs now that are vaguely reminiscent of Aldo Kelrast!
So Ted has his right thumb pushed under the belt band on the waiters slacks? Too wierd!
"Adrian offers her debit card from the Mountianview Hospital Credit Union..."The waiter seems to be in more of a 60's Sonny and Cher slouch.
Ted, that's not the kind of tip the waiter wants, put your hand in your own pocket, good sir.
Ted's bangs briefly led me to hope for an 'evil twin' scenario, but the correct hair in the second panel indicates otherwise.And what's with that get up he's wearing?
Considering he's the only gigolo in town willing to put up with her face-touching fetish, picking up the tab for lunch is the least she could do.
Oh wait, this is my jelly of the month club card. Silly me, I left my actual credit card in my other pants...I mean in my other wallet...that doesn't fit in these pants...you see I have to use a different wallet with these pants and I'm always forgetting to switch the contents from one wallet to the other...oh dear, how embarrassing...
We can't even see the table. Can you imagine how far over the waiter had to bend just to serve these two!? No wonder it looks like he has a bad backache.
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