Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 27, 2011
April 26, 2011
April 28, 2011
Transcript:
Zonker: Obviously you don't recognize me, my good man. I'm Viscount St. Austell-in-the-moor Biggleswade-Brixham! Man: I'm sure you are, sir... but, without an invitation, I'm afraid you're just another security risk. Please move on. Sam: But I have to get in, mister, I have to! Man: Indeed. And why would that be, Miss? Sam: I'm destined marry Prince Harry! Man: Well, why didn't you say so? This way, miss! Sam: Yay! Zonker: Huh?
Oh, yea, @dohany, indeed, it’s the hat. I knew it the instant I set eyes on it. Takes a special talent to achieve that frumpy dowdiness (or dowdy frumpiness). I could never do it myself. But when it’s done in an absolutely first-class manner, don’t-ya-know, I can at least recognize it.