This Week in Milford

July 29, 2020

That’s No Catcher’s Mitt, That’s Our Waitress


Alright TWIMers, I think we can start connecting some dots here. Corina has been casing set her sights on Milford as a place to go commit crimes to school next year. If that happens, she’ll end up another in a long line of talented Mudlark athletes the Coaches Thorp didn’t have to coach to end up that way. The fact that she’s doing this opens things up for a lot of exposition that we may or may not get. Is going to Valley Mod a sentence that a student has to serve, and that student is free to go to whatever school in the Valley s/he chooses once time has been served?

She’s already trying to fit in by donning the Milford uniform of chunky bracelets and huge earrings – the same earrings as her waitress, Maureen – after sporting demure studs previously. She’s also trying to fit in by eating mass quantities of greasy diner food. I mean, look at the size of that burger! Wait, that’s not a burger but a catcher’s mitt? Who puts a catcher’s mitt on the table they’re gonna be eating from? And why, if she’s talking about said catcher’s mitt, is Miss Pointy Fingers Phoebe pointing to her left and not down and in front of her where the catcher’s mitt is sitting?  Maureen’s fourth wall-breaking glance says it all. Nobody expects waiting tables at a diner in Milford to be glamorous, but she certainly didn’t sign up for this kind of insult. I mean, come on! She may not be very pretty now, but she was someone’s baby once.

I’d be much more interested in learning about the path Maureen took to end up waiting on Corina and Phoebe. Something tells me she’s been around the Valley a time or two.


  1. Yeah…by the look on Maureen’s face, you can tell she’s been to this rodeo before and now she’s gotta serve these two nit-wits, grungy catcher’s mitt and all, and she knows darn well that women in general, especially teen-age women, are not gonna tip her jack-shit, if at all, which is another part of this sad job in this sad town that she has to deal with.

    Comment by franku2016 — July 29, 2020 @ 9:37 am

  2. Is Corina still holding onto Hiawatha’s catcher’s mitt? Yeah, she’s thirsty alright.

    Comment by nedryerson — July 29, 2020 @ 9:47 am

  3. Based on that haircut and size of her shoulders and upper arms, she needs to wear the huge bracelet and earrings so she doesn’t get confused for a man.

    Comment by franku2016 — July 29, 2020 @ 11:45 am

  4. A few days ago, I speculated that Rubin might be recycling fragments of strips he never developed. Day by day that seems increasingly possible. It’s good technique to begin a story with two or three things which we do not first recognize as connected, but Rubin has been throwing out non sequiturs for two weeks now, making for the most disjointed GT opening I can remember in my more than sixty years of following the strip. It’s not a crime to have a plot, and I for one would be more interested if there seemed to be any hope of one developing beyond the possibility that Canna Karenina is stalking Hiawatha James.

    Comment by vaganova — July 29, 2020 @ 2:02 pm

  5. Maureen is actually Amy Lange. Sad, really. She played the filed for too long, with just a short stop in Central City.

    Comment by Downpuppy (I, me, mine) (@Downpuppy) — July 29, 2020 @ 2:27 pm

  6. Great shooting, downpuppy. Will Amy– Amy Lange– now spill a pitcher of soda on Feeby and Anya?

    Comment by vaganova — July 29, 2020 @ 2:54 pm

  7. Teenchy, I swear, forgive me, another Rodney Dangerfield is swelling up within me

    “And the last diner I was at? Boy, that place was a rough establishment. You had to watch your p’s and q’s in that joint. I ordered some milk and a Whopper. The waitress came out with a cow udder and a catcher’s mitt. I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t get no respect.”

    Comment by tdrewhardin — July 29, 2020 @ 5:19 pm

  8. That catcher’s mitt is a real Rorschach Test of an object. Is it a rotting cantaloupe? An Alien pod? A comically enlarged prostate? A mutant brioche?

    I hope Corina is trolling for ‘Watha. She should whip out a sketch pad and do a Georgia O’Keefesque take on a Johnny Bench Rawlings RCM30 in front of the barber shop. Mr. James is gonna have to get that Mohawk tuned up eventually.

    It’s just another summer in Milford. Gil is mixing new stuff with lemonade everyday. You ever have a lemonade and vermouth? Gil calls it a Wormwood Sticky.

    Comment by nedryerson — July 29, 2020 @ 8:04 pm

  9. I really thought the ‘mitt’ was actually something the waitress was carrying so I looked at it in color.. but no its a mitt on the table. Pretty sure I wouldnt eat on that table.

    Comment by robmize2013 — July 29, 2020 @ 9:17 pm

  10. I defy anybody to show me a real conversation between two 17-year-old girls that sounds anything like this…

    Comment by Hitorque — July 30, 2020 @ 5:19 am

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at

%d bloggers like this: