FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for March 11, 2022

whatever the font size, it’s still going to cramp his wrist

You can look forward to a fine career in advertising or politics

Reminds me of the good ol’ days just before when typing up your school reports on your computer and printing them out was starting to become common. You’d just increase the font size a point or 2, adjust the line spacing ever so slightly, and change the page margins just a smidge to turn that 2-3/4 page report into a full 3 pages. Good times.

Now do it in wingdigs!

I always thought Jason had it bad for Eileen. This confirms it.

Back in the 1960s, I worked in construction in the summer to pay tuition bills.

I don’t want to say the union was rife with nepotism but I was on a gang with my dad, two uncles a second cousin and my grandfather.

My grandfather was on in years at this point, so he got most of the easier jobs. My second cousin and I got mostly grunt work like holding the end of the tape measure that always reads “0” or being gofers.

One job that my grandfather got was to go into the stairwells of the still under construction building and use a can of spray paint to mark the floor number. The building was 12 stories high and he was expected to complete the task in a half day. (Look up the term “featherbedding”).

He came back down a bout an hour later to get another can of paint.

He marked the floor numbers in six-foot high numbers.

Wonder, did he spell the last word wrong?

Sporing!

My Dad taught me to hold pencils between my knuckles so I could write three lines at a time if I was assigned “lines” as a punishment…

This reminds me of Bart Simpson.