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.
Remind me to stay the hell out of Westview’s supermarkets at 2 am. I might come around the corner and unwittingly scare the shit out of Sgt. Winkerbean. Sure, they took away his heater, but who knows what this trained killer will do when he snaps his twig? Meanwhile, panel 2 Rachel seems to be having her first inkling that boyfriend’s issues might be more than she’s willing to put up with.
The intertwining-dialog-balloon gimmick was interesting on Monday; don’t beat it to death, TB.
To the astonishment of absolutely no one, Wally’s icebox is empty, except for leftover pizza and “Beer”. Rachel remembered the ice cream but forgot to include milk in her pic-a-nic basket, so now “we’ll” have to go to…gasp!…the supermarket! Wally looks scared (of course). Is it the prospect of a daylight sortie to the neighborhood Giant Eagle…or is it the sight of Rachel’s “hatchet butt”?
Yes. Yes, you do.
Son of Stuck Funky 