OK, so I saw this cartoon in yesterday's paper that I thought was just incredibly funny.
The reason? Because it could have been me. It seems like nowadays the Sunday Comics are more relevant to me if they're "Pickles" or "Crankshaft" or "Pluggers" all of which feature "old farts". The "Zits" strips I like best are when the Dad "Walt" occasionally manages to either get the best of Jeremy or when the foibles of adults are illustrated against the more "with-it" teenagers.
That was the case with yesterday's "LuAnn" by Greg Evans who is actually a "neighbor" living in the next city west of me, San Marcos, CA. So here it is:
(cartoon from Comics.com)
Now I bet I'm not the only guy who can relate to this. When I take a shower I have to start the water and then lean in with my glasses on, avoiding the water, and then spot whatever bottle of conditioner that Carolyn is using this week. (And the only time I really use conditioner is right after I trim my beard because when it's short it's really bristly and I don't want to scratch my sweetie when I give her a smooch).
And, if I don't check it out first I end up squinting at the various bottles on the edge of the tub to try and guess which one it is--especially since my arms are just not long enough anymore to get that damned bottle in focus. I've even had times when I have to climb out of the shower, dripping wet, bottle in hand, put on my glasses just to read the damn thing and then reach back in and grab another until I get the right bottle.
And I'd be willing to bet that I'm not the only old guy who has the same challenge!