waiter: Browse The Strips

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Here is another real life situation. My dentist husband was cornered, from time to time, outside his office and asked to give his expert opinion on someone's dental work. As a new practitioner, he would do this as a favour and I often saw him at parties, for example, with his fingers in someone's mouth! Eventually, he refused to do this and asked folks to please make an appointment. The nuisance, the intrusion, and the possibility of saying the wrong thing eventually made him realize that the clinic was the best place to do a check-up! Nothing was more convincing, however, than the above scenario! This really happened and it was fun to recreate the scene in the strip. If the culpable lawyer ever read the comics, I doubt he'd have recognized himself!

Sunday May 15, 2022

Lynn's Comments: We have always enjoyed going out to eat as a family. Getting there wasn’t always easy. When the kids were tiny, we would remove them from the restaurant as soon as they started to fuss. One of us would go out and stay in the car with the fuss-budget until there was calm. This meant many interruptions, leaving a meal to get cold, and sitting in a car with an unruly kid. Eventually, we were all able to go out—to any restaurant, anywhere—and know that our kids would not cause a scene or get too out of hand. Whenever we see families with disruptive kids causing everyone in a restaurant to clench their teeth, we know there is a solution to the problem. It takes a walk out to the car and a few minutes of downtime. It works!

Saturday March 1, 2025

Lynn's Comments: At the time I wrote this, I was taking Spanish lessons. I got pretty good at it. On vacation one day, I wanted some pepper for the table and happily asked for “pepino.” The waiter asked if I was sure. I was showing off to friends and said, “Absolutely!” Smiling, he brought me a beautifully cut up cucumber, which I ate. The word for pepper is “pimiento.”

Saturday March 8, 2025

Lynn's Comments: This is a story that covered some painful territory. Like so many others, we fell prey to a fancy sales pitch and wound up with a timeshare we didn’t want. The salesman here was as close to the real guy as I could remember—and he did recognize himself.