Monday, March 9, 2020

Mary Worth 3306

Some things, like the name of the hospital and Mary's morning shift, do change. Some things don't. I won't list them.

7 comments:

Regina Wolfe-Parks said...

I think Mary got today's platitude out of a fortune cookie.

Though she may be a bit miffed that her volunteer schedule has changed, it gives her a new set of people to meddle with. I can't wait until she runs into Medical Assistant Jared. Maybe he'll tell her about the great Star Wars parody he and Dawn saw: Ruse of the Fast Talker. (I am not a Star Wars geek, so I have absolutely no idea what that title has to so with anything remotely related to Star Wars. Neither does KM.)

KitKat said...

Ooh, I sense resentment on Mary’s side. “They” better be cautious about the plate of killer muffins that appears on their desk.

To underscore the inevitability of change, Mary has replaced her pearl earrings with gold ones - wow! And we criticized KM for her hackneyed plots....

Anonymous said...


Heads up, Jared. Trouble is literally on the way.

-- Scottie McW.

Tim said...

Why isn't Mary looking where she's going? Meddling must qualify as distracted driving.

Doug said...

Does Mary’s volunteer shift still consist of pushing around a cart of grey books?

Didn’t she meet Ron Amalfi when he was at his mother’s bedside in the hospital? She was trying to drop off a copy of War and Peace in the ICU.

What is this internal dialogue? “I’m coming in early because I like the earlier shift even though they assigned me to a later shift. I guess I’ll just go in early and report to my post and eventually they’ll realize it was mistake to change my shift because, as has been said, Mary shows up when Mary wants to.“

Darth Curt said...

I am a huge Star Wars fan, and I can say that I also have no idea what the heck that title relates to. She probably saw the title Rise of Skywalker and thought she could be Wierd Al or something.

katyb said...

The Mary platitudes are always preceded by "I heard once ... " or "They say ..." or "It's been said ..." except on Sundays, when the hapless platitude author gets actual credit. A good friend believes "everything happens for a reason," which I don't subscribe to, but she never prefaces it in conversation with vague, cover-your-ass sourcing. Because if you don't CYA, you might be proved wrong? Then what? Mary comes after you?

Change is inevitable? Sure, or, as I heard once, "S--t happens."