best quote by cat ever… you know the one

why is it called “subletters”?

Oh, this one makes me cry a little

I’ve been working my way forwards from the beginning and backwards from the end, but haven’t gotten to the middle – does the Bathtub Nessie show up before or is this its debut?

I think subletter refers to the snake in the tub (as in Cat and Girl have sublet their apartment)?

Nothing puts me off being a regular more than becoming so familiar with the staff that they begin to anticipate my needs. I usually go somewhere else where I can be nice and anonymous again.

Someone needs to write a book about why everything they tell you about customer service is wrong. Do not bother the customers. Do not ask them what they want. Do not learn their names. You are not their friends. Do not show any recognition whatsoever that you have seen them before. Above all else, do not give the customer what they want before they ask for it, because they like to think that this might actually be the day they ask for the barbecue sauce instead of the tangy.

Oh i know exactly what you mean. It irritates me so much when customer service assistants are friendly to you. I also hate it when the gardener looks directly at me: can’t he just get on and do the job i pay him to do?

I guess it’s a personal preference.

I ask for “the usual” at places (read: bars) I’ve never been to before, to see if they give me anything.

More often than not, it’s a scotch on the rocks. I guess I look like that kind of person?

is the third panel the place where cat gets his paint?

If I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean,
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-_W18CWypE

I play this to myself at the point in my work day when I look up from the spreadsheet and think, “What? What am I doing here? It’s sunny outside! Or rainy! It’s outside outside! I could be writing love letters, or throwing sticks in the water! Me and my pony.”

the only reason i like going to a farmer’s market is because i know the names of so many people there. “the usual” is different, as we all like to believe that we can change on a dime, that we are a little wacky once you get to know us.

hint: we don’t.

@Thomas, I have difficulty making eye contact with people. Perhaps if you met me you’d assume this is because I think I’m better than people?

I don’t have a boat either.

And it’s horrible, really, that deceitful conviction I have within my heart that _if_only_I_had_a_boat_ then I would have left this place where my soul is rotting long ago and sailed far away to some place where things made sense and life had meaning or at least the weather was nice and I could find engaging occupation.

But I also know that I _used_ to have a boat, and even though it was in a different time and a different place and I was a different person, all I did with my boat was tie it to a smelly dock and catch fish from it.

I still miss the sea.

Had a friend from Nashville who *hated* Pennsylvania (where we lived at the time) because waitpersons, etc. *didn’t* try to get to know you or ask about your day… go figure :-)

It’s funny. I recently dreamt that I kicked out the tenant of the bathtub I was subletting, since I only ever showered, and put out to sea to sail where’er the wind might take me. Having neither a sail nor an oar, I was lucky to pick up a tow from Nessie (who was never one to hold a grudge) and landed near the Highlands. Soon, we found ourselves in a nearby town being both tickled and mollified by the facial hair of the denizens, sometimes at the same time. Charging only a few pffennies, it wasn’t long before we saved enough for a down payment on an oar, and (of course) beat feet back to our little bathtub of happiness and the bliss of the infinite sea.

“You don’t have a boat.” What a cruel thing to tell a cat.

Mustaches are never sincere. they hide a dark secret. my theory is, only people who have tasted human flesh wear mustaches. the irony is, rather than hide it, it BROADCASTS IT! they are in effect saying, “WORLD, IVE EATEN A PORTION OF A HUMAN!” i have yet to be proven wrong.

People who don’t like being treated as regulars (or looked at by their gardeners) are, unfortunately, edge-cases with freakishly unusual desires, comparable to objectum-sexuals, and should have no expectation that society will alter itself to conform to their unnatural and profane needs.

I hear so much complaining from both customers and salespeople about how the other side “treats us like robots.” But I really wish people *did* treat each other like robots when their only connection is a professional one.

I do business with robots whenever possible. The self-checkout lane at Cub has seen me so many times that, if it were as nosy as a human, it could probably offer me “my usual”…

Bah… what’s the point in mentally preparing myself for every possible response to my question if Thomas isn’t even going to answer me? I should have expected it — people who insult me rarely wait around to hear my point of view, or even my clarification of an ambiguity. Righteousness is always bred from ignorance.

I guess that means my comments in “A Shotglass in the Dark” are also bred from ignorance. But at least… in that case I’ve made a valid attempt at comprehension.

Guy walks into a bar wearing a shirt saying ‘for a moment there, you bored me to death’. Why?

My guess is you went answered because “Thomas Davison” is a made-up respondent to you, David Thomsen. It’s a put-on like referring to former Houston Rockets coach as John Tomrudyvich. (Or Tom Johnrudyvich. Either variant will amuse me equally.)

bathtub nessie! the best of all subletters are the ones that live in bathtubs.

Is this the only arc here? I’ve been pushing Random Comic and it took me here, so I don’t know if there’s more out there, but if there is my favorite.

The subletters make up the subtext.