"Also, in case you hadn't noticed, all the residents are white, which is really hard to find these days."
I really hate both of these characters.
Leave it to the incomparable Karen Moy to explore the complex emotional and physiological consequences that befall two grieving seniors recently bereaved of their lifelong companions when they become giddily infatuated with one another. One consequence? Incredibly flexible wrists for someone too old to drive.
I wonder what Sean is thinking right now. "I'm excited that Hanna Dingdon wants to be friends with me." Probably not. He's probably thinking, "Dingdon? Dingdon? That's hilarious." Or even more likely, "The Bears aren't doing so well this year."
At first I was confused by this picture. I thought, "Hey, Hanna! Why are you driving that car? And is it from England?" Then I thought, "Oh, I get it. Mary is driving the car and I'm having perspective issues." But then I realized that Mary's car is one of those newfangled self driving cars, and those are its Car Hands.
From Wikipedia, The Mating Habits of the Dingdon: "When attracted by the offerings of the male, the female dingdon flattens her gills, tightens her hide, and raises her feathers giving her a more youthful appearance. The thickening of her limbs makes her appear stronger, indicating to the male that she is still capable of producing offspring."