This is exactly the kind of publicity the Lemon Wedge doesn't need. But thank heaven Toby is such an expert on personal security. She'll be a great help to Mary during this time of crisis.But how did Mary know who it was? It was obvious: They were rude, and looked like criminals. That's all the evidence Mary needs.
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Well, Mary did see the guy stuffing something into his hip pocket, and she did have her eyes-narrowed-shrewd-look on her face at the time.
Unfortunately for Mary, she inadvertently inspired the perp to do the deed. There he was, sitting right behind her, and she says:
"To try is to risk failure -- but risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing."
What choice did he have- he had to take that risk.
Mary said: "I think I know where it went."
Clearly no thievery was involved. Her wallet jumped out of her purse into the hands of Hipster Doofus, thinking .... "risk must be taken!"
(And then, "I'm free! I'm free!")
And what exactly is Toby doing? Did the thieves abscond with the index finger that she is so desperately trying to point at Mary? Is she attempting to punch Mary for leaving her with the overpriced dinner check? Or is she trying to look "cool" by fist bumping a rather confused Mary?
Well, if Miss Mary is so certain who took it, why didn't she say anything before this or even check her purse, which was hanging on the back of her chair.
I love that place. There's a free tanning bed out front.
I had to laugh out loud when I saw that Restaurant was called "The Lemon Wedge." The sparkling illustration of an actual lemon wedge was the icing on the cake.
Did William F. Buckley's family donate that slouchy bench out front after he died?
Poor Toby. She's so concerned about the situation she's gone cross-eyed!
Has finger-pointing replaced face-touching as the gesture du jour in the Worthiverse?
Mary's scrub top must be a mood top; it's switched from purple to black. And her cape I mean jacket has leapt onto her shoulders as she prepares to go vigilante on the perps, Santa Royale style.
--Beagle Vet
There are so many hand signals going on here - why didn't Toby signal Mary when those nogoodniks were taking her wallet?
That's an unusual plant that popped up behind Mary in only one panel. The Lemon Wedge fits right into the Santa Royaliverse, with its live action plants.
I'm fascinated by Moy's linguistic innovations. Here we have Mary informing "the restaurant staff that her wallet is missing." In my ignorance, I thought that "staff" had to refer to more than one person. Clearly I was wrong. (I would have said "waiter" or "server" or simply "the guy whose shirt has just shifted color from orange to salmon").
By the way, did any of you see Toby pay the bill before she and Mary left the Lemon Wedge?
Toby: "And then you need to make out a police report, and then you need to call the credit agencies like TransUnion, and then you need to call your bank, and then you need to fill out a FTC Identity Theft affidavit, and then you need to get that notarized, and then you need to contact the DMV, and then you need to . . . . . " - this storyline could take months watching Mary making an endless series of phone calls.
Not only did the thief steal Mary's wallet; he also pulled off the famous disappearing tablecloth trick without anyone even noticing.
What happened to yesterday's Mary the Incredible Hulk? Today's Mary seems quite docile. Once again, Moy promises nonstop action, but fails to deliver.
Thanks, fellow Worthiholics, for the wonderful comments on this fine Sunday. I'd love to treat you all to a lunch puree at the Lemon Wedge (but I hear the place has really gone downhill).
Oh my! Mary just pulled out a bag of cocaine! "Luckily I have this!"
And look at her eyes.
I didn't think Moy had it in her to do a series on a drug-addicted Mary, but I guess I was wrong.
Dinner check? I thought they were having breakfast goop, as I don't know anyone who would drink coffee with dinner. I guess the logic of normal meals in suspended in SR.
I lay odds that the next face toucher will be the eyeless thieves in a moment of great remorse.
Seriously, have you ever witnessed anyone ever make a point and at the same time, hold up their index finger pointing upwards?
Really?
It's like a bad silent movie, but much, much worse.
@meg, I loved your reasoning at 1:38P - while Mary droned on with her platitudes, the two opportunistic Orphan Annie relatives followed her advice and lifted her wallet. PRICELESS!
They should have gone to the Bum Boat!
Sheesh, either Joe Giella has a problem drawing hands or the citizens of Santa Royale are afflicted with some kind of strange finger phenomenon. ("Ahh, I can't...stop... pointing!")
Apparently Mary owns only one credit card. Inside that envelope she's waving is her original Charge-a-Plate from 1959.
I hope there's another shakedown; a shakedown at the Lemon Wedge! I hope it involves Detective Scott Hewlett, but not his wife. And I hope he's blond in this story.
@kathyo - The busboys are so efficient at The Lemon Wedge they cleared the table and took the tablecloth away already.
They were obviously suspicious: they were a couple under age 60 and dining in a restaurant called "The Lemon Wedge."
And Mary should call her credit card company? Are credit cards those things with magnetic strips that a computer reads to pass money? I doubt that would be a problem with Mary. She should however be concerned about her checkbook and check cashing card. In fact, i think I waited in line behind her at the grocery store this weekend.
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