Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for July 05, 1978
Man: You're taking this awful hard, son. Zonker: I know. It's just that it's so unfair... I trained so hard all winter with my lamp, hoping, praying, that I'd raise a deep enough tan to get me accepted at a good clinic! And now... this! Man: Gee, I'm sorry, son. I really am. Zonker: *sigh* Man: Is there anything I can do? Zonker: No... no... I just want to be alone with the sun for awhile, okay?