Tuesday, June 05, 2007

When You're a Valet, You're a Valet All the Way


Nobody can press a velour jogging suit like the gentlemen's gentlemen of the New Jersey mob!

And what's under those coats? I'm guessing it's a spare wifebeater, some pinky ring polish, and a little jar of cement shoe remover.

(Sorry about the delay. When I called my internet provider OF EVIL! last night about my connection problems, they told me it was a neighborhood-wide service blackout. When I called them tonight about the same problem, it was just me and had nothing to do with that localized outage at all. I'm guessing "neighborhood-wide service blackout" is internet tech guy code for "Your phone call is keeping me from enjoying my caramel latte and I really don't feel like dealing with you right now." Feh!)

Tomorrow: a "Rescue Me" design for the Wrench!


MaGnUs said...

I work on tech support, on an entirely different kind of product, but yes, that's more or less what it means.

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Do they have carmel lattes in India?

Blockade Boy said...

MaGnUs: Sometimes I hate to be right.

Jon: Heh. Nope, but I bet they do in Canada (the India of the Western Hemisphere as far as outsourcing is concerned).

David Lawson said...

The goon on the left looks a bit dessicated. Maybe he's hiding his extra mummy wrappings under his coat.

Blockade Boy said...

David: Or an empty bottle of moisturizer!