#835; In which an Appointment is canceled

Comic Transcripts

[[Two women are walking along, talking to each other]]
Woman 1: I had the *worst* time at the doctor’s Today!
Don’t you *hate* it when you show up on time for your appointment, but they keep you *waiting* forever?
Woman 2: It’s the worst!

[[A closer shot of the two women]]
Woman 1: And then when they finally *do* call your name, you don’t respond at first because they *mispronounced* it slightly? And they have to call it twice and so someone *else* thinks it’s a mispronunciation of *their* name?
And then you get into a huge *shouting match* and eventually decide that you’d rather continue living in agony with this ailment than give these harpies *one ounce* of *satisfaction*?

[[A close shot of just the first woman]]
Woman 1: And you rally the rest of your strength to call in a final favor from your great father the *sky god of myth*, in whose *breath* resides the thunder and in whose *gaze* crackles the lightning?
And *then* when the dust settles you can’t quite tell if your father the sky god *actually* leveled the building with fire from heaven or if you went into another of your disassociative *fugue states* during which *any* item within reach becomes a *weapon*?

[[The second women has turned to face the first woman.]]
Woman 1: And then you scrub and scrub and scrub the blood from your hands with trembling fingers invite your best friend over for lunch because you know she will provide you with an ironclad alibi in case the *cops* start asking any *nosy questions*?
Woman 2: Hold on, back this story up like *fifty* steps

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#835; In which an Appointment is canceled transcribed by in

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#835; In which an Appointment is canceled transcribed by in

[[Two women are walking along, talking to each other]]
Woman 1: I had the *worst* time at the doctor's Today!
Don't you *hate* it when you show up on time for your appointment, but they keep you *waiting* forever?
Woman 2: It's the worst!

[[A closer shot of the two women]]
Woman 1: And then when they finally *do* call your name, you don't respond at first because they *mispronounced* it slightly? And they have to call it twice and so someone *else* thinks it's a mispronunciation of *their* name?
And then you get into a huge *shouting match* and eventually decide that you'd rather continue living in agony with this ailment than give these harpies *one ounce* of *satisfaction*?

[[A close shot of just the first woman]]
Woman 1: And you rally the rest of your strength to call in a final favor from your great father the *sky god of myth*, in whose *breath* resides the thunder and in whose *gaze* crackles the lightning?
And *then* when the dust settles you can't quite tell if your father the sky god *actually* leveled the building with fire from heaven or if you went into another of your disassociative *fugue states* during which *any* item within reach becomes a *weapon*?

{{header: act on instinct at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus}}

All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus