Maybe Dawn should do a basic internet search on her new boyfriend. I bet she'd find Mrs. Dr. Ned's Facebook page, complete with pictures of Ned and the kids at home. Even then, the only thing that will convince her is Mary Worth telling her. (BTW, when eating a bagel with cream cheese, almost everyone schmears the cream cheese on half the bagel. You don't make a sandwich out of it. Of course, perhaps a bagle' is different.)
If Jared had that much trouble working up the nerve to tell Dawn about Ned, he'd pass out before he could tell her that he loves her.
@fauxprof. Yeah, what's the deal with the cream cheese sandwich? If that even is cream cheese. Maybe in California they use sun-bleached seaweed paste or something.
Way to be discreet, Dawn. First you refer to the doctor as "Ned" and perhaps a better response to Jared might have been, "Why are you telling me this, Jared?"
I can't what to read what Dawn writes on her "what I learned on my summer internship" report.
(Actually, yes I can; I do have a life beyond imagining reading summer reports by comic characters in strips headed by meddling old ladies. A bit of a life. Really.)
I think that's a burger, not a bagle. Her death grip has put an indentation on the bottom half of the bun. Jared's schnozz is about to feel the weight of the top half.
Dawn is eating her bagle exactly as shown on the front window of Bagle Barn. That is how they are served and must be eaten. If you question it, no bagle for you!
Being a New Yorker, I have to instruct Dawn on bagel etiquette 101 (or "bagle etiquette 101"):
1) You ask for a "schmear", you don't pile the cream cheese on like you're making a sandwich out of it (maybe that's how Wilbur does it)
2) The person that gives you the schmear ALWAYS slices the bagel in half. You eat it like a sandwich, not a doughnut.
3) You never wave your "bagle" in people's faces. That's just rude and will get you killed in NY.
Getting back to the "action", I'm trying to decide who I despise more: Medical assistant Jared, who is a dweeb who collects Star Wars figures and lives in his mother's basement or Dawn who thinks that every guy that looks at her is falling in love with her. I think I hate Dawn more because she has two dates with a guy and already she's ready to buy a bridal gown. Like I said before, she's as dense as a rain forest.
Tomorrow's strip: Dawn calls Jared a liar and storms off, leaving her "bagle" behind.
Love the comments today! I agree that Jared's "information", which he has not tried to validate in any known way, will be dragged out for the long Labor Day weekend as he and Dawn squabble about its veracity, so we may as well all go to sleep until Tuesday....
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Maybe Dawn should do a basic internet search on her new boyfriend. I bet she'd find Mrs. Dr. Ned's Facebook page, complete with pictures of Ned and the kids at home. Even then, the only thing that will convince her is Mary Worth telling her. (BTW, when eating a bagel with cream cheese, almost everyone schmears the cream cheese on half the bagel. You don't make a sandwich out of it. Of course, perhaps a bagle' is different.)
It's SO tiresome when men keep telling you they're in love with you.
If Jared had that much trouble working up the nerve to tell Dawn about Ned, he'd pass out before he could tell her that he loves her.
@fauxprof. Yeah, what's the deal with the cream cheese sandwich? If that even is cream cheese. Maybe in California they use sun-bleached seaweed paste or something.
-- Scottie McW.
Way to be discreet, Dawn. First you refer to the doctor as "Ned" and perhaps a better response to Jared might have been, "Why are you telling me this, Jared?"
Maybe due to the misspelling of bagel Dawn was unsure of what to order so she went for the whoopie pie instead.
Excellent call @Anonymous @8:20.
I can't what to read what Dawn writes on her "what I learned on my summer internship" report.
(Actually, yes I can; I do have a life beyond imagining reading summer reports by comic characters in strips headed by meddling old ladies. A bit of a life. Really.)
I like how they've moved outdoors to the Bagle Deck solely for this part of the conversation.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled "Fake News At The Bagle Barn".
Is? (Please in love!)
Boss...married!
Was! Divorced! A while!
I like how Jared was sure to specify "Dr. Ned Fletcher," so Dawn wouldn't get him mixed up with all those other Dr. Fletchers running around.
So in my head I heard "Dr. Ned Fletcher is... [dramatic organ chord from 1960's soap operas] ...married."
I think a lot of things are better if you add a dramatic organ chord.
I think that's a burger, not a bagle. Her death grip has put an indentation on the bottom half of the bun. Jared's schnozz is about to feel the weight of the top half.
Dawn is eating her bagle exactly as shown on the front window of Bagle Barn. That is how they are served and must be eaten. If you question it, no bagle for you!
Golly, adulting is really hard.
Being a New Yorker, I have to instruct Dawn on bagel etiquette 101 (or "bagle etiquette 101"):
1) You ask for a "schmear", you don't pile the cream cheese on like you're making a sandwich out of it (maybe that's how Wilbur does it)
2) The person that gives you the schmear ALWAYS slices the bagel in half. You eat it like a sandwich, not a doughnut.
3) You never wave your "bagle" in people's faces. That's just rude and will get you killed in NY.
Getting back to the "action", I'm trying to decide who I despise more: Medical assistant Jared, who is a dweeb who collects Star Wars figures and lives in his mother's basement or Dawn who thinks that every guy that looks at her is falling in love with her. I think I hate Dawn more because she has two dates with a guy and already she's ready to buy a bridal gown. Like I said before, she's as dense as a rain forest.
Tomorrow's strip: Dawn calls Jared a liar and storms off, leaving her "bagle" behind.
Love the comments today! I agree that Jared's "information", which he has not tried to validate in any known way, will be dragged out for the long Labor Day weekend as he and Dawn squabble about its veracity, so we may as well all go to sleep until Tuesday....
The important question is if we'll have a random quote box extolling the fruits of labor in Sunday or Monday's strip.
Dawn is Wilbur Weston's daughter. She's still compelled to make a sandwich out of *everything*.
Dawn, Supercuts called. They have a free session for you.
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