Rachel must end the conversation abruptly when her x-ray vision reveals to her an out-of-control car about to smash through the wall of the coffee shop.
Wally, War. War, Wally
la gata loca
October 6, 2010 at 12:18 am
Flat Tire sure has a way with people. Just six short panels ago, our little Rachel was perky, confident, smiling, hair nicely done. Now look at the sad, mopey eyed, frazzled- haired hag she’s become.
…and her decline continues for three panels more, while Becky, with Wally officially off her hands, uhh, hand, grows ever more chipper.
Wally's Women
“So you and Wally are going out…(Ha ha! Suck-er-r-r-r-r!)”
“Sort of…(bitch.)”
He's All Yours, Sister.
Becky seems startled, at first, to hear that Rachel and her ex are an “item”. In panel one, her oblong head threatens to topple from her pencil neck. By panel three, she’s recovered enough to manage a cracked smile. As if Lefty has any say in the matter, after the way she handed Wally his trombone and showed him the door.
Arm-istice
Over at Jitters Coffee Shop (hey: the lettering in their front window is sdɹɐʍʞɔɐd), Rachel has apparently summoned Becky for a sit-down. “I know this is a crazy time of the year for you…hey, speaking of crazy, did you know your ex-husband treats a trip to the supermarket like a commando raid? What is up with that?” And when oh when will the Creator Batiuk grant Becky a prosthesis? There are only so many ways to rock that rolled up/pinned up sleeve look.
