No Doggie Bag, Thanks…

Hmm! As a dog owner that takes his dogs out to eat frequently (On the outside patios of restaurants), today’s strip was like kryptonite to this ol’ snarker.  Any terse exchanges between the eatery’s staff and Wally that could have led to such gems as: “He’s not my dog, he’s my wingman” were wisely left out.

Two people in Westview are enjoying a quiet dinner without a problem, massive word balloon or smirk in sight.  Sure, the table randomly changes sizes throughout the meal, which must have led to some challenging dining, but other than that, I’m gonna leave these three alone.  It’s hard to argue with happiness, especially in Westview.

You Can't Go Back If You Never Leave…

I don’t know about you all but today’s strip left me feeling a little wistful– whoops, nope, that was just gas.  I have to say, with all of the retconning going on lately and TB’s freedom to claim *whatever* bulls*** he wants, I’m left a bit disappointed that from the looks of things, the most exciting thing that happened to Les during one of those mysterious time jumps is that he sulked around a college campus with his nose in a book of bad poetry he’d written.  How much more interesting would it have been if Les had said: “Failing that class was rough, but it was nothing compared to when I thought I could enlist in the Marines…”

Um, a zillion times more interesting.

Just for the record, here’s the distance he’d have to travel for his “big escape” from Kent, Ohio, back to Medina, Ohio.

36 miles.

 

I know this was in the days before Google maps but didn’t he at least have a car!? Escaping talk aside, as an ex-Ohioan I can tell you that most kids dream of getting the hell out of the state, not moving back to the small town they grew up in.

This begs a question I actually have *no* idea about.  Does Les have parents?