There’s a joke in here but maybe I’m the only person who cared about it: Tuttle is always writing these novels and screenplays with punnish, derivative titles that–as far as we know–fail like all of my novels. Phydeaux’s stupid scatological game caught on, though.
I remembered this strip and it’s hard for me to believe that’s it’s already been 4 years since I did it. Seems like it was just months ago. But then, I also remember that I was so struck by that quote that I used it in my novel Ashes to Ashes (see it at http://garisonfitch.com/book/ashes-to-ashes-the-last-valley-book-1)
I’m all for licensed counselors and “doctored” psychiatrists and psychologists, but I also think we could all do some good with some friend-to-friend conversations that aren’t on-line or via text.
The dentist I went to all my growing up years, who was also our orthodontist, had himself and a lady who was a receptionist. Now, when I go to the dentist, there’s 3-4 people at the front desk, 6 or 7 cubicles with a dental hygienist in each, and then seems like a dozen other people running thither and anon. And then, the dentist himself makes a 30 second appearance just at the end. The MD’s office is the same way.