"You wouldn't happen to drive a 1975 Oldsmobile Regency Coupe would you? It is also one of my specialties."
When Mary knocked on Saul's door, he shoulda had a bucket of ice water to throw on her. And then chase her away with a broom.
Bella's mug shots on the wall. How nice.-- Scottie McW.
I know what will happen next! Saul will again open a garage and name it after Bella and will sell Mary's muffins to clients who are waiting for their cars to be repaired.
So, what are Saul's other specialties? Chihuahua portraiture, naturally. Checked mustard yellow bow tie collecting, obviously. Passive aggressive reclusivity, to be sure.The man's life is a rich panoply of... something.
"Jeff's busy. Plus he's a complete idiot about anything related to cars." In the Meddler Mary Big Bag 'o Tricks, it's acceptable to lie when meddling. The meddler end always justifies the means.So how will accompanying Mary to Pup Boys (huzzah to @meg and her canine puns yesterday!) help Mr. Wynter break through his Bella grief? Will the shop have both an opening for a manager and a resident teeny-weeny dog who will instantly be smitten with Saul?
In the Worthiverse, months have gone by since the pool party. Is Dawn still in Beautiful Italy? Has she borne Harlan's love child yet? Inquiring minds want to know.
I am convinced that KM does not understand anything about human beings. Is Mary so dense that she cannot understand that some people want to be left alone and don't want to be pestered by some nosy old dame that thinks that everyone should be her friend? Does she (KM and Mary) understand the stages of grief? As usual, KM has no understanding of the story line she has created and does a ham handed version of people coping with loss. When I lost my cat Michael, the last thing I would have wanted was some nosy old biddy pounding on my door wanting to make small talk with me or bringing over poisonous treats. I would have called the cops on her and after they arrested her, I would be at the courthouse getting a restraining order. Does Mary have so few friends, that she needs to meddle in some old curmudgeon's life that obviously doesn't want or need her friendship? She really needs to go back to NY and see Olive and Mr. and Mrs. Tee Hee. Maybe Olive's "tummy brain" will tell Mary to stop butting in when other people don't want to be bothered.That being said, Mary is an awful person. (I was going say that about KM, but I think she's just clueless
How many yellow-checked bow ties does this guy own?If seven (one for each day of the week) - that's sad!If only one (and he wears it every day) - that's demented!At least Wilbur knew how to properly recluse - bathrobe, unshaven, drinking.
I thought that any female's (but mostly Mary's) empty eye sockets and 3-inch eyelashes when seen in profile were the most disturbing thing that June draws, but now I'm getting more and more upset that Myster Wynter's nose is about the same size as his enormous chin, and only a fraction of the size of Mary's collapsed little button nose.Oh, and the "conversations" between these two are also making me sick!
So this guy wears a sport coat and bow tie just to brood alone in his apartment all day every day?Whatevs, dude.-- S. McW.
Scottie, that's the same jacket he wore to the cemetery. Like Ian, he only has one. At least his doesn't look like Astroturf.
Oh, Kit Kat, I think your suggestion is much better than what I was thinking. I thought Myster Wynter would manage all the car problems for the condo residents. Mary could organize the members and maybe call it Wynter's Auto Club (WAC). Everyone could wear matching bow ties!
Regarding, Saul Wynter's Green Jacket... Perhaps he won The Masters but, then again, would they have ever had him as a member?
All men at Charterstone have green jackets. Made of Astroturf.
SATURDAYIt's helpful that Mary specified Elaine Bipman in 3C. Otherwise Saul might have wondered if it was Elaine Bipman in 2A, or 4D, or 1B, or 6F....Mary just wants to buy tires and not be pressured to buy more services, like tire installation and a wheel alignment. BTW, Saul's developing a crick in his neck from always looking up at Mary.
"YES...that's WHY I'm doing this. Not because I have a pathological need to meddle in the affairs of everyone I meet, and make them behave the way I think they should."
Oy, I think I see where this is going. Saul meets Elaine. Elaine has a dog, a mean little yapper like the sainted Bella. And they’ll all live yappily ever after. Wake me when it’s over, oh, about Groundhogs Day. Thanks.
Pressure!? Pressure, you say? Dear Heavens! Those scurrilous fiends!
Brief summary of the Sunday strip for those unable or unwilling to access it:Blah, blah, blah. Yada yada yada.
Good summary, meg. Also, too, Mary tells Saul he's going to die soon so he might as well just get along with her program.
Yep, @meg nailed it. Mary can top off the blather with another Arnold H. Glasgow quotation: “Make your life a mission - not an intermission.” That should have Saul waving his bow tie in surrender.
SUNDAY"Life's too short, Saul. Especially yours."-- S. McW.
Did Mary just remind Saul that he'll be dead soon?Maybe he'd prefer being at home to facing meddling, nosy neighbours. I have a lot of things to do at home: crafts, netflix, internet, books, etc. Home can be a nice place to be.
With apologies to and acknowledged inspiration from Nance's boldfaced haikus, my new skiffle band's name is Love! Bah! Love!
I've officially decided Saul Wynter is my favorite Worthverse character ever, taking over the lead from Wilbur's Colombian giantess. Hang tough Saul. Resist the meddle.
MONDAYSaul's face is two inches away from the dashboard. If Mary brakes even moderately firmy, the tire-buying excursion will be superseded by a trip to the Mountainview Hospital ER.
Is Tina Turner's "What's Love Got To Do with It?" on our jukebox yet?
Saul snarls, "Too bad I can't shut out you."-- S. McW.
Sorry, Mary but in terms of things that Saul's shutting out you are much more in the first part of that list than than the second...
Maybe Mary will turn on the radio and "Mr. Bojangles" will be playing.
Tim: I wonder if the Columbian giantess owns a yappy little dog. Columbian giantess plus undersized Jew plus miniature Mexican canine equals true love!Once again, Wilbur will be hiding in bushes, stalking the happy couple. Er, trio.
Tire Salesperson to Mary: "Ay, Chihuahua, Lady! You drivin' on baloney skins!"
Looks like Wanders is moving on. It’s sad, because I love his blog, and I love reading all you guys.-Noreen
TUESDAYComing tomorrow -- Mary asks Saul to accompany her to Wal-Mart to buy some windshield wiper fluid because she's afraid she'll get the wrong kind.-- S. McW.
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