By bats | October 2, 2012 - 1:24 pm
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But first, I think Rex might actually need a vacation…
No, a real vacation. You don’t want your primary-care physician to be seeing clients in this state:
So let’s go shopping!
Probably best to have Rex hold down the fort, come to think of it.
And what a whirlwind of a day it has been!
(Of course I used “the face”!)
Or, Yet Another Way Rex Weasels Out of Having to Practice Medicine and Still Prospers from It! Going to San Diego for free, without li’l Sarah, to check on Melissa’s apartment…Rex, you sly dog!
Okay, Mary Worth, if I have to deal with a cranky old woman, Rex is dealing with one right now! And she’s more interesting.
[When I was seven years old, the summer vacation that year was going to San Diego. One day we spent in Tijuana, and my dad took us on a bus ride to God knows where (aka, the little hills around Tijuana where the Tijuanans live). I can’t really remember any of it, but I think it was long). We did evidently come out of it alive. I think my dad, who didn’t drive, used to do that a lot.]
When Rex sees patients, they tend to be elderly: our “newest” client Melissa, drunk ‘n’ dead Foster, sailboat sailin’ Lenore. Even when he’s on vacation, the Morgan family is associated with older folks (Arthur and his boozy wife Agnes Dunsmore).
Okay, so this doesn’t have anything to do with the current plot (that I know of), but it’s fun for doctor’s office waiting rooms chats. Plus, Panel 3 is proof-positive that Rex has at least an honorary PhD in dickish smuggery.
And you know that he’s trying to be as sincere as he can!
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