Mmm, achin' bacon
Today's strip is annoying because it's trying to equate two totally different situations. In the top panel, there's a problem because the doctor is trying to communicate with Barfo using lots of big words. The problem here is not Barfo, it's Doc Epsom. He's not doing his job and letting a patient know what's wrong with him and what he needs to do for it.
There is no problem in the bottom panel. Barfo is communicating with the chef, who understands the shorthand that's being used. To make it like the top panel, Barfo would be using that language to, say, give the diners the dinner specials. It'd be one thing if Barfo were also a doctor and couldn't understand what Epsom was saying. But this? No.
And please. The King's English? The only thing that matters is that the person being spoken to understands what's being said.
Labels: annoying talkers, Barfo, medical, restaurants
5 Comments:
I want to eat at that restaurant! The waiter is dressed all fancy-schmancy, but he still shouts short-order jargon to the griddle jockey out back. Cold pig on a green sea, dust the roof and hold the pom-poms!
Hahaha! I love anonymous poster at 3:43 pm for remembering an old Don Martin cartoon. American Charlie with red pants! Burn fifty, and no name tag!
Who is W. Coprink? Barfo? Barfo's friend? The doctor?
Someone at the Comics Curmudgeon tracked down the Don Martin cartoon referred to by the first poster.
The main thing I noticed was "the king's English". The king?
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