That’s a vodka and orange? Orange juice or orange soda? Looks like piss…I can see the straw. That must be a hell of a strong drink. You’re supposed to pour the booze first, then the mixer. And where’s the ice? And why is the bar napkin next to the glass instead of under it? Did I mention I used to tend bar? These details are killing me.
Batiuk supplies another piece of the puzzle that is Pa Winkerbean: we learn that he liked the Cleveland Indians and corny jokes. The joke is similar to the one I heard after Cory Lidle died in a plane crash: they couldn’t sell beer in Yankee Stadium because they ran out of pitchers!
Meanwhile, the bartender muses to himself, Bogart-like: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all of northeastern Ohio, this mope walks into mine…”
Son of Stuck Funky 