February 9th, 2017

Calm Candiru

Friday, 10 February 2017

We get to the home stretch of the arc when a guy in his fifties tells Elly that despite her belief otherwise, she's shoveling out his car and not hers.

(Strip Number 1255, Original Publication Date, 11 February 1988)

Panel 1: A little while later, we find Elly where she thinks she's parked shoveling out what she thinks to be her car. As she does so, she says 'No thanks' when someone I'll call Buster Hadfield asks her if she needs help with that.

Panel 2: When Buster asks her if she's sure, she tells him that she can manage quite fine by herself.

Panel 3: Since he won't leave and since she thinks he thinks a weak little wifey should stand aside and let a big strong man like him take care of business, she tells Buster "Look...I appreciate the offer to help but I'm fine and I'd rather you didn't stand there and watch me!" He says okay to this.

Panel 4: He then alarms her by saying that she happens to be shoveling out HIS car!

Summary: What we have here is Elly being 'wrong genre savvy' because she thinks she's the victim of chauvinism when she's actually the victim of not being able to remember that her car was at an angle when she had to abandon it and also of a plow truck.
Snarky Candiru2

Saturday, 11 February 2017

We end the week with Elly panicking after 'Buster Hadfield' tells her that the city hauled her car away after the snowplow clobbered it.

(Strip Number 6045, Original Publication Date, 12 February 1988)

Panel 1: Elly asks Buster that if this is his car she was shoveling out, where hers is.

Panel 2: He tells her that he remembers that they hauled a blue station wagon away from where Elly really parked an hour or so ago.

Panel 3: Elly freaks when Buster says that the snow plow musta got'er pretty good last night 'cause the whole passenger side got caved in.

Panel 4: As she takes off running to home to phone the impound lot, Buster says "Say, ma'am!! Y'fergot yer shovel!!"

Summary: I've seen this happen before after storms. I've also had it described to me in rather angry and profane terms from the perspective of the plow driver because people who fucked up like Elly did and left their car in the way of his plow were the bane of my late father's winter-time existence back when he was alive and plowing out the streets. (Also, this was a Friday strip originally. I have no idea when things are going to line up again so we'll have to deal with things looking weird for a while.)