Mmm, meatball sub (not hero)
Today's strip is a sad one, as it appears that something's wrong with my car. Boo! That being said, P. Manchester, you didn't pull into a "service station," you pulled into a "gas station." Not all gas stations do repairs. It's possible that every single gas station used to do repairs; I don't know. I do know that you can very quickly tell whether or not you can get your car serviced somewhere because places that do repairs have a shop.
And Al and P. Manchester, there is nothing wrong with a gas station also having various snack foods. If you don't agree, then clearly you've never been on a road trip of any length.
And if this were an actual sign of the current times, you would not see a gas station employee in a uniform like that.
Labels: my car, sign of the times
posted by Barb @ 12:16 PM
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Oh man, will that Scaduto (wait--is that his name? I can't be bothered to look it up to be sure) and his minions ever stop? Seriously.
And who calls it a "hero" anyway, right? A sub, yes. A grinder. . .possibly. But never a hero.
Note to the poor sap in this strip: when your car breaks down, don't try to find a service station (do they even exist anymore?)--call a tow truck. What's that? You don't have AAA? Well, sucks to be you, pal o mine!
First off, unless the community I live in is markedly different from others in the U.S., "cars" are a rare breed...most people drive "vehicles," as in SUVs or trucks.
Second, I guess the reason you don't see "service stations" anymore is because vehicles don't break down as often as they did 30 - 40 years ago (oh wait...Al's still living in THAT era!).
Also, everything's electronic these days, so you have to go to the dealer for just about everything...and the same electronics mean that you don't have to constantly tinker with the carburetor and points to adjust air/fuel mixtures and spark timing, which is what a lot of service stations did back in the good ol' days.
...oh, and one more thing: I'm from New Orleans, where it's neither a "hero," nor a "sub"...it's a PO' BOY!!!
Po'boys have traveled up the Mississippi - there's this great Wing Place that opened recently that has amazing food - and I've always gotten the shrimp po'boy. Memphis area here.
Today's makes no damn sense to me - why is her husband so pissed off? There is more to yard work than watering the grass or flowers, trust me.
And don't guys usually do the yard part of the yard work? Scaduto loves rigid gender definitions, yet this husband never touches the yard?
"Hero" is what they call them in New York City. Also in New York City, "cars" are what people drive. SUVs are seen occasionally, and trucks are what FedEx uses to deliver packages.
I had thought that a po' boy was something very specific--not just cold cuts or whatnot thrown onto a roll, which is what I consider a sub (and I'm from the NYC suburbs). A hero is the same. For some reason, I think of "hoagies" as a warm sandwich.
Wikipedia has a po boy as: "A po' boy (also po-boy, po boy, or poor boy) is a traditional submarine sandwich from Louisiana. It consists of meat or seafood, usually fried, served on a baguette (in the US usually referred to as French bread)." That sounds about right.
And where I live (metro DC), there's a mix of cars and SUVs, but I wouldn't say that "most" people drive SUVs.
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