Dinner Conversation
Sep08
on 09/08/2016
at 12:01 am
… or dropping the bomb.
Nothing is more pleasant than booze and bad news.
Randie and Ryan
Tripping through married life…
… or dropping the bomb.
Nothing is more pleasant than booze and bad news.
*sigh* Welcome to adulting. Yah gotta do it and it’s not always fun, but it does have its perks. Someone who shares your adulting with you is one of them.
Agreed… adulting shared is a good thing. Partnerships in anything is preferred. Randie is going to learn that the minute you enter into a union, adulting goes along with it… it’s in the small print.
I walked into the bank back in the 80’s. Started whispering to the teller how I wanted to distribute my money between Checking and Savings. She asked me “why are you whispering?”
“Because if my car hears that I have money, it will break down again”.
This made me laugh, Rich. I remember the very month the warranty expired on my lemon (Nissan Pulsar), the timing belt went, causing cataclysmic consequences and money-pitness. Oh, the horror remembered.
Boy do I know that one. The instant I think I’m finally going to get a bit ahead, something breaks.
I was in the boat for a long time… Being so close to the line without going over it… then getting farther away from that line only to find that I get pushed back closer to the line by a trip to Doc in the Box, or a nail in my tire, or…
Well gee, I could put a new starter in a Bug in half an hour. I even have my own home garage workshop for restoring cars complete with a four-point lift. Which would, of course, be cancelled out by the cost of shipping a dead Bug all the way here from Fran Sam Cisco and general environs thereof.
So, a red wine is best served with disaster? Bad news is a dish that is best served cold? Is Randie smoking a cigar?
Yeah, I’ve rebuilt entire VW engines in my kitchen in my day. I still remember one time where my vacation was delayed by about 4 hours because I had to drop the engine from my ’66 bus and replace something – a push rod, or the clutch plate or something – right in my driveway before I could leave!
Clearly, UB, Randie and Ryan need to know you… Except… there is that small matter of getting the bug TO you. Starter-thingies are a bugger!
Yes, red wine is proper for bad news… but all the food is piping hot… (dish served warm) thus the “cigar smoke.”
Rich… wow, it’s good that you could do that. I was once VERY late to my pal’s Medieval Times birthday party because my then boyfriend was replacing the brakes on my then bug. It went longer than expected and my 45 minute trek north was a harried one. I felt so bad being late and having to meet them there at the place… in the days before cell phones, things were more complicated.
One good thing about fictional characters is that you don’t have to feel guilty about being unable to help them out. You might, but you don’t have to. And I knew better, but I was amused by the thought that Randie was holding a cigar in that last panel.
Depending on where you go and what you do, it should run several hundred dollars. Most of that is labor. The part would be about sixty dollars, if you feel confident of you skills at auto repair.
Are Randie and Ryan that close to the edge?
RN… yes, I did some research on this very thing before doing the toon. I wanted something that would be just expensive enough to be problematic but not RUIN them. The starter-thingie would do just that. Labor always kills. It seems to me, that somewhere in my car past, I knew someone whose starter-thingie went out and it was a bit of a financial burden.
AND Yes… having both new kitten vet bills, a surprise apartment deposit for said pet, Ryan’s travel expenses on a few trips piling up, and rent… these things ate “their cushion” and well, Randie’s income hasn’t been steady… this is what happens to artists… you make a lump sum that has to last until the next lump sum… if there is one. Her lump sum looks to be et up already. Thus the wine.
Too much booze and it’s morning bad news.
The funny thing is… there is bad-new-drinking… there is good-news-drinking… and there’s thank-God-it’s-over-drinking… and celebratory-anything-drinking… and the list goes on and on…