This is a hospital. We have to maintain an level of professionalism, here. It also is vitally important that we keep things sterile, and clean, and when stray cats are coming and going as they please, that makes it very hard to do. I want to be 100% crystal clear, here… If anyone is indeed feeding these animals, they are absolutely a top-flight goober. I’m sorry to use such harsh language, but it really riles me up when people don’t follow the rules.
There are literally classes that teach you how to breath heavily during labor, and I guess there’s a lot of really heavy breathing while conceiving a baby, so it only makes sense that you do some really heavy breathing to calm down while panicking leading up to child birth.
Here’s the thing, though… It’s not even really about the pen. I know this is a lot to process. I’ll give you a minute.
Don’t want to make too big a deal of this, but perhaps you should have thought about this before you took a ride on the innermost workings of your psyche through a mind-bending hallucinogenic trip for the last few hours. I mean, I don’t want to be That Guy, but it’s something that bears consideration. You know, since you’re now realizing that Sarge is driving slightly slower than you’d prefer. Food for thought.
The point of this comic strip is to show that parking is a problem that everyone, across the planet, can identify with. More specifically, everyone on Earth can very much identify with those situations where you go to a metal concert, but then come out of that concert in a trippy haze, and are struggling to find your car amid the stress of your wife imminently having a baby. I wouldn’t pretend that this is something that literally everyone on Earth can identify with, but… What, a solid 60? 70%? Safe to say.
