"Oh no! Why didn't I just buy my groceries and leave? Instead, I had to take one last stroll through the produce section, remembering the days when Dave used to bring ME here to make out."
Oh, Wanders, thanks for the morning belly laugh. I noticed the box of Oats just before reading your message.
Poor Oats. It's not humiliating enough to be stuck in a generic box. Now Oats has to witness a makeout scene between a blond God and Goddess - along with Dawn's cringeworthy self-pity.
Mary dreamily pushes her Hobo-style cart, laden with a heavy, hardbound set of the Great Books of the Western World. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Thornapple. You seem to be recovering nicely from your massive abdominal surgery. How about relaxing with the Complete Works of Aristotle? Here, let me dump it on your incision for you."
Dawn is never going to get Dave back from the mean girl blond cheerleader if she continues to go shopping in her jammies.
After her successful meddling with Gina and Bobby, and yesterday being reminded of her success with Howie and Carm, I was hoping for an extended victory lap. Surely there are others at the hospital willing to pay homage to her.
Today's strip made me laugh outloud before I read Wander's comments. Poor Oats. Tomorrow I hope Dawn goes with WIlbur to fly a kite only to see Dave and Unnamed Blonde already flying a kike at the park. Oh no!
KitKat, I am old enough to have read romance comics in the 1960's, when every man drawn in the cartoons looked just like "Dave". Sort of a non-threatening man, who, if you were of a certain mind, might look a little gay.
Yesterday someone wrote that Giella was 86 years old. If that's true, I wonder if he illustrated some of those "True Love" and "True Romance" comics I was addicted to?
What a gift to see Mary pushing her cart of books! Her faith in humanity has been so renewed by her recent successful meedling that she looks like she had a facelift. Maybe Hospital provides facelifts for those who wheel books around and who can't (like Mary) wear their hair in a pony tail. . . Also, fauxprof, I almost snorted coffee while reading your hilarious comments.
Oh poor Dawn... It's a good thing this is a family-friendly blog, otherwise someone might be tempted to make a comment regarding Dave's hands and keeping them off the melons....and who knows where that would go? Dawn, go on home now honey, it's over, Dave has moved on to fresh produce.
What a strange grocery store this is!! All those low-hanging signs would be a gosh awful nuisance for anyone over 5'8" CORN!..BREAD! YOGURT! PET FOOD! And why is Dawn carrying her groceries back through the produce aisle after she's already paid for them? Is her bicycle parked over there or something?
I agree... this is a terrible place to be if you're a box of oats!
If I were in a hospital bed and I saw a smiling Mary wheeling a cart loaded up with her favorite books (e.g. 1955 encyclopedia volumes) I would also have a thought bubble of, "OH NO!"
This strip uncomfortably reminded me of a time when I went to the grocery store looking particularly awful -- I had a cold, and hadn't even taken a shower or washed my hair that day, and I was wearing the clothes from the day before that had been on the floor. Who did I run into, but my former boyfriend, with his new, cute girlfriend. Poor Dawn!
Sometimes you just don't know where to begin! I've said it before, but it's almost as if Uncle Joe draws one panel, immediately mails it off, and then tries his best to remember what was in that previous panel as he draws the next one.
Then, there is entertaining disconnect with how the real world really works. Such as Dawn carrying a paper shopping bag around the store chock-full of yellow, red and blue butter. Most of us, who have been to a supermarket before, realize that your butter purchases are placed into a paper sack AFTER you've checked-out. Most of us use a shopping cart or basket while actually shopping. I know, small point.
I also love the weird perspective and random angles.
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Oh, Wanders, thanks for the morning belly laugh. I noticed the box of Oats just before reading your message.
Poor Oats. It's not humiliating enough to be stuck in a generic box. Now Oats has to witness a makeout scene between a blond God and Goddess - along with Dawn's cringeworthy self-pity.
Poor Oats, indeed!
Mary dreamily pushes her Hobo-style cart, laden with a heavy, hardbound set of the Great Books of the Western World. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Thornapple. You seem to be recovering nicely from your massive abdominal surgery. How about relaxing with the Complete Works of Aristotle? Here, let me dump it on your incision for you."
Dawn is never going to get Dave back from the mean girl blond cheerleader if she continues to go shopping in her jammies.
OK< that contrived pose in the produce aisle (what, no kelk?) made me laugh.
> I don't know who this is most awkward for,
> Dawn, Dave, or the oatmeal.
The answer, as always, is "the reader."
I'm sorry, but Dawn really lost "Dave" to Dr Drew. I think he was "Hunk of the Month" in May's Men's Fitness, wasn't he? The blonde is just camoflage.
After her successful meddling with Gina and Bobby, and yesterday being reminded of her success with Howie and Carm, I was hoping for an extended victory lap. Surely there are others at the hospital willing to pay homage to her.
Oops -- forgot to mention it was Mary who successfully meddled!
Today's strip made me laugh outloud before I read Wander's comments. Poor Oats. Tomorrow I hope Dawn goes with WIlbur to fly a kite only to see Dave and Unnamed Blonde already flying a kike at the park. Oh no!
kite (not kike)
@phoebes in santa fe, I thought exactly the same thing! And Wanders, thanks for the zinger - hilarious!
Looks like Mary brought those books from her condo bookshelves.
KitKat, I am old enough to have read romance comics in the 1960's, when every man drawn in the cartoons looked just like "Dave". Sort of a non-threatening man, who, if you were of a certain mind, might look a little gay.
Yesterday someone wrote that Giella was 86 years old. If that's true, I wonder if he illustrated some of those "True Love" and "True Romance" comics I was addicted to?
What a gift to see Mary pushing her cart of books! Her faith in humanity has been so renewed by her recent successful meedling that she looks like she had a facelift. Maybe Hospital provides facelifts for those who wheel books around and who can't (like Mary) wear their hair in a pony tail. . . Also, fauxprof, I almost snorted coffee while reading your hilarious comments.
PRODUCE!
(and if you couldn't figure out that vegetables might be found here - there is always this helpful sign:)
CORN!
Too bad little Oats doesn't have its own directional sign. Life could be so sweet.
CEREAL!..... OATS!
Most interesting of my two WV word: "frictat"
Oh poor Dawn... It's a good thing this is a family-friendly blog, otherwise someone might be tempted to make a comment regarding Dave's hands and keeping them off the melons....and who knows where that would go? Dawn, go on home now honey, it's over, Dave has moved on to fresh produce.
Dave's hairdo is the same as Mary's.
I expect that this sad episode in Dawn's life will drive Wilbur to the comfort of a ham sandwich.
Why is Tab Hunter in Santa Royale?
Why is Dawn wearing her pajamas to the market?
What's with the arms of that doctor and nurse in the first panel?
Why is there a gigantic microwave over Mary's left shoulder?
Is Dave squeezing blonde bimbo to see if she's ripe?
--Beagle Vet
"Oh, hi, Dawn! My girlfriend and I were just shopping in the produce aisle... did I mention she is one crazy hawt thang?"
"See? She can't even look away from me, or I turn fully from her, as I banter gaily with you."
What a strange grocery store this is!! All those low-hanging signs would be a gosh awful nuisance for anyone over 5'8" CORN!..BREAD! YOGURT! PET FOOD! And why is Dawn carrying her groceries back through the produce aisle after she's already paid for them? Is her bicycle parked over there or something?
I agree... this is a terrible place to be if you're a box of oats!
If I were in a hospital bed and I saw a smiling Mary wheeling a cart loaded up with her favorite books (e.g. 1955 encyclopedia volumes) I would also have a thought bubble of, "OH NO!"
This strip uncomfortably reminded me of a time when I went to the grocery store looking particularly awful -- I had a cold, and hadn't even taken a shower or washed my hair that day, and I was wearing the clothes from the day before that had been on the floor. Who did I run into, but my former boyfriend, with his new, cute girlfriend. Poor Dawn!
Sometimes you just don't know where to begin! I've said it before, but it's almost as if Uncle Joe draws one panel, immediately mails it off, and then tries his best to remember what was in that previous panel as he draws the next one.
Then, there is entertaining disconnect with how the real world really works. Such as Dawn carrying a paper shopping bag around the store chock-full of yellow, red and blue butter. Most of us, who have been to a supermarket before, realize that your butter purchases are placed into a paper sack AFTER you've checked-out. Most of us use a shopping cart or basket while actually shopping. I know, small point.
I also love the weird perspective and random angles.
Just call me "rinclute ianagems"!
Isn't it obvious that Dave is carrying an inflatable doll?
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