One of my favourite online spots to visit while I enjoy my morning coffee is Comic Strip of the Day. Comics aficionado, Mike Peterson profiles a different cartoon each day and gives a little commentary about his choice. I enjoy his picks not only because some of his choices are my own favourite comics but also because he always turns up some new, unfamiliar ones. Today, I was flattered to see Between Friends was the Comic Strip of the Day. (thanks, Mike!)
What struck me while reading Mike's comments about this strip is that he referred to Susan as my doppelganger. I've admitted many times that I identify most with the character of Susan...so I'm not quite sure why I was surprised to read that. Am I the ostrich with its head in the sand?
Yes...Susan is me and she's not me. Maeve is me and she's not me...and there's a little bit of me in Kim as well...but not really.
The idea for this strip came as a result of my trip to Wisconsin to speak at the Kenosha Cartoon Festival. I usually catch all my flights from the Buffalo airport as I live so close to the border. (It's much closer to me than Toronto.) However, these days you really need to be at the airport a couple of hours before take-off and you never know how long the line-ups or hold-ups at the border crossing will be...so with an 8:00 flight I left the house at about 5:30 am.
My husband drove me and I insisted that he make a pit-stop at the local Tim Hortons so I could buy a small cup of caffeine. You know...so I could wake up and be coherent by the time American customs asked me my citizenship. We went through the drive-thru...I ordered a small coffee...the voice told me it would be $3.00. As we swung around the corner to the pick-up window, Tim said that was awfully expensive for a small coffee. I mumbled something that they meant that was the change they were giving me from my five. Yes...I know that doesn't make any sense. Refer back to my comment about my need to be caffeinated in order to be thinking coherently.
As we drove away, the math suddenly clicked. Wait a minute. THEY DID JUST CHARGE ME THREE BUCKS FOR A SMALL COFFEE! Let's go back!, I told Tim. No, he said...we don't have time to fool around, we have to get across the border and get to the airport. I grumbled but agreed that he was right and we better keep going and THIS COFFEE HAD BETTER TASTE AMAZING FOR THREE BUCKS.
Fast-track to after the Festival and I'm back home and Tim and I are sitting in the family room watching televison.
Did I tell you I went back to Tim Hortons when I got home from the airport?, he asks me.
NO! DID you? What happened?, I asked him, with rapt attention.
I went in and asked them how much a small coffee cost., he said.
And when they told me, I told them we got charged three dollars this morning on the way to the airport. So they apologized and just gave me my three dollars back.
You would have thought I won the lottery.
Thus...the above strip. And yes...I do feel pathetic on a whole lot of levels.
...and no, Susan isn't me...but she is...