Poor ol’ Miz Cravettes. There are so few joys left in her life. It’s very nice for her that she found a police officer who hasn’t yet taken any reports from her and is therefore still willing to write things down instead of just pretending to. Officer Pettigrew, I am assured, has saved a great deal of pencil lead and pen ink by only mimicking the action of writing things down when she gets as far as, “And I’ve phoned the Senate on several occasions, but THEY don’t seem…”
Unfortunately, you still have to listen at first to make sure she’s not talking about something that’s actually happening. It can be time consuming, but you remind yourself that the boy who cried ‘Wolf” actually knew whether or not there were wolves before he started yelling. Miz Cravettes? She might not know one way or t’other.
Ms. Cravette? Okay, she definitely puts the ‘ding’ in ‘bat’ … Hubris seems to be totally in tune with what she’s on about, so how much of a repeat frequent flyer IS she around there?
I deal with folks like her every day. Politely listening and noting.
“Oh, boys! I wanna report a buncha trespassin’ kids in my bouncy house! An’ I wanna report the contractors that came in while I was a-reportin’ ta youse and made my house all bouncy-like! An’s I wanna report the TV people what’s runnin’ a Matlock marathon while’s I’ma outa the house!”
Cravette … Cravens … are you talking about your Great Great Aunt Mildred, Greg?
I suspect Greg is paying homage to nosy neighbor Mrs Gladys Crabbitz, from the TV show “Bewitched”, but I could be wrong.
I also love the little detail of the false eyelash flying into the air as she rushes away in panel three. It’s those little nuances that help make things real…
That’s who I thought of too.
Maybe Lenny’s mother?