Sometimes there’s just nothing you can say, especially when you’re confronted by something so stupid that you can’t believe you heard it in the first place. I experienced this on an almost daily basis while working in a call centre earlier this year and I’m certain the police hear it all the more often.
That’s the thought process that brought to me today’s comic, where Jip is confronted by absent-minded gluttony. I especially liked the candles dropped on the floor; a touch that leads me to wonder for just what reason Wilf was taking the cake in question out of the ‘fridge. That, of course, is for another story entirely. I might even write that story one day. Of course I might not, too. You never can tell.
