The real surprise today is that Les doesn’t make Cayla get down on one knee while he proposes.
Let’s rewind, though, to panel 1: Who starts a sentence with “In the main…?” I’m surprised Les went with that cliché instead of “At the end of the day…” And the park is “kind of a touchstone” for him? Oofah! There’s just something about Cayla that gives Les verbal diarrhea…For her sake, I sure hope that diamond is more genuine than the dialogue in today’s strip.
Jimmy
August 15, 2011 at 11:22 am
I’m taking a wild guess here that Les is going to take Cayla on a walk to his favorite park bench, where he’ll wax poetic about it giving him inspiration.
Cayla! No! No-o-o-o! For the love of God, don’t sit there! Too late…
As he and Cayla walk off that delightful Montoni’s dinner, Les once again holds forth on his favorite subject: Les. For somebody who’s expressed homesickness for somewhere he’s never been, 
and who spent his college years planning his “getaway”, he is solidly stuck in the hometown of his past. Of course, Les is unable to speak about that past without conjuring up his late wife. It’s hard to read Cayla’s expression in panel three (hell, I’m assuming that’s even her!). She’s either rolling her eyes at the umpteenth gazillion mention of Lisa, or she’s totally not listening to him.
Effin’ Les. After they dine together, Cayla tells Les “This was very nice.” Les responds, “My pleasure.” Yes, it pleases Lord Les to buy you a meal. Les, she wasn’t saying “thank you”; she was letting you know that for some unknown reason, she actually enjoys your company. How about “It was nice”, or “I really enjoy being with you”? God, I hate Les.
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?
Son of Stuck Funky 
