Poor ol’ Miz Cravettes. It took her forty five minutes to get that hair on, and twelve seconds to bounce it off, and two seconds to forget that it wasn’t on her head any more, and less time than that to forget that she was carrying it around.
If ya know someone like Miz Cravettes, do what you can for her soon, okay? Like Bob.
Bob’s a good kid. Probably had a completely lovely gramma somewhere along the line.
… a completely lovely gramma who makes fantastic cookies and taught Bob to be a good kid.
Cookies are an excellent positive reinforcement tool. Grammas know that.
Ms Cravettes often gets shunted off to one of those places where they have a sort of indoor mini town, the exit door is painted to look like a bookcase and people make sure she has lots to do every day [I volunteered in a place like this. I had an afternoon paper read where I could have probably read the same one every day, to a small and varying audience; I helped make cookies (and brought some ones from home to replace what we made so they were edible) it was the enthusiasm)… Those ladies, we have to love them. Poor Bob, and the pump park guy. Maybe Hubris needs to come and talk nice to the latter and promise to replace all the vent pipes after the race is over… hey maybe cranky guy and Mz Cravettes are made for each other. All he has to do is have more than basic cable and she’ll be happy and he won’t be alone anymore. Maybe Bob, can be cupid? Hubris give them a wedding present of fixing the vents and a Netflix login? Hm?
Greg was saying elsewhere that Mr. Cranky has an actual name, and that name is “Cleveland.” Which is why Miz Cravettes thinks Bob is beside himself.
A: Yes, I knew she wasn’t heading out sans undergarments. (*A lifetime of Customer service has told me that Women folk who put curlers in their hair actually give half a darn about their appearance!*)
B: I knew Bob was too pure to be dragged into something uncomfortable. (*He probably won’t let her reneg on the date. He’s going to transfer it to Mr. Cranky and solve some of both of their problems!)
C: Greg TOTALLY has the *BAD IMAGES* in his head! They are DEMANDING to be drawn… We are safe until next NCS after hours.. *9 free beers later….*
So, that’s who Mr. Cranky was hiding from.
You have to feel for Mr. Cranky, lack of air in an underground facility is no joke. At the same time, he did agree to the pump park camouflage, so he can’t start shooting now over collateral damage.
Something I didn’t know could happen. In panel 2, Bob looks as though he is startled out of his calm complacency.