Sometimes I think that if it weren't for airplanes and airports I wouldn't have any fodder for my strips. Then I look around me and realize that everything that I hear and see is tainted by the ever present stain of my hatred for all of existence. You'll have to excuse the drama, I'm going for the Oscar.

This scenario is actually taken from a real life encounter with a stranger. I can't begin to explain how pissed off one can get arguing territory with some weird asshole that throws a temper tantrum in the hopes that, against all odds, I might actually give a rat's ass about his discomfort. To make a long story short, he moved after baking me under a withering stink eye.

MAILING LIST, MAILING LIST, MAILING LIST! GET ON IT GOD DAMMIT!!!!