I’m going to FRAME this strip, because I have a story to tell! A few years ago, I was shopping for a used car, and I found a deal that was too good to be true, but I couldn’t pass it up. I made an appointment, went there, and somehow, they forgot to tell me in the interim that the car wouldn’t start. Because a worker let the battery go dead. Then it had a problem because someone damaged the charging system trying to charge the battery….I should have left immediately, but I wanted to see if we could make a meal out of the scraps of this situation…it finally got down to the salesman suggesting I buy the car (it was a VW at a Chrysler dealership) and HAVE IT TOWED TO A VW DEALERSHIP to have it repaired!! I told him, ‘I think my wife would question my sanity if I bought a car that I had to repair before I could drive it’, and the man said, ‘I guess so.’ I bit my tongue to keep from asking him if he was from this planet!!!
My wife and I used to share our love for Luann. She passed away in June of this year. I’m not saying this to get condolences, it’s just that now I feel strong enough to get back into the strip…and I can tell you all that she would be pretty ticked off about the way the story line with Gunther and Bets has gone, because she loved Gunther and hated to see him hurt! I hope something better is coming his way…and she would NOT agree with Les’ actions. That should have been Gunther’s call.
This strip today, and yesterday, reminds me of something that I was a part of years ago: a few of my friends and I were hanging out, just talking, when one of the guys turned to another and said, ‘Hey, man, let me get your phone number!’ The other guy laughed and said, ‘Man, what do you want my phone number for?’ And the first guy said, ‘So I can call up your sister!’ Second guy asks, ‘What do you want to talk to my sister for’ And the first guy replied, ‘Man, your sister is fine!’ And the second guy said, ‘MY SISTER?!’ I think we laughed for about ten minutes straight after that!
Humorist H. Allen Smith worked at a newspaper with an editor who hated the word ‘ergo’ so much that he would fly into a rage when he saw it in a manuscript. So Smith would find a way to wedge ‘ergo’ into a piece he was writing when things got too quiet around the office!
My wife passed away in June of this year. As much as I miss her, I’m glad she’s not here to see this story line. It would break her heart.