If Tiffany is actually correct that Doug’s exit was driven by shallow externals, then he did Luann a favor by moving on. Good riddance.
“What’s this?” Maybe, as a waitress (throwing yourself at a customer), it’s called “None of your business.”
She drops her napkin while coughing, then without a clean napkin wipes her chin with her bare hand.
Panel one: The table-for-two is floating in mid air. Perhaps some Star Trek anti-gravitational device?
At the risk of sounding like a Luann Hater…. To say “Good luck,” to someone in front of their new date is just a bit tacky.
Lack of social grace. Aside from the “fooling around in his bedroom” double entendre, it’s overstepping a bit to barge in and imply that Gunther’s Date-Pic presence was a joke. Gunther and Bets both have reason to be irritated at the intrusion, and Luann needs to take the hint.
Didn’t know they were available anymore. (I bagged groceries as a teenager. No such thing as plastic waaay back then.)
I don’t want home delivery, because I don’t want someone else to make my selections for me.