I know my cartoons are in bad taste. I seem to have no morals anymore. I'm sorry.
That project involving Internet bookings totally just scrambled my brain. Zeke kindly walked up to me as I was trying to figure out what was wrong with the computer and said, "Get off. I booked this one." So I did as he said. Next morning, I talk to my boss about how it's so unfair that each person who checks out something must present their own ID card, but when it comes to booking a computer, they can use whatever card they please. The discussion got so hot that I developed a pain in my side like a mouse burrowing from inside my gut trying to get out.
The boss makes a convincing argument. She says "The adults…" blah blah blah blah. When you look at things from that perspective, I have to agree that it's nice to have little punk teens running around picking their noses and using the keyboards without washing, eating cheetos and not washing before using the `puter, scribble on the walls and raise a ruckus of noise just to disturb the readers. So so cute.