Art imitating life.

The "something on your shirt" strip was inspired by a guy I work with who points at my shirt ALMOST EVERY DAY, trying to get me to look. I've never looked. That's what drives him on. My shirt has become his white whale. All of the humor is drained out of it now, not that there was ever much humor in it to begin with. Every day he comes up, pokes me in the chest and says "you've got something on your shirt." I look him in the eye and say, "I respect you a little less every time you say that." Then we both laugh a slow, mirthless laugh. Sometimes, as he slinks away, he tells me my shoe-laces are untied. Jokes aren't supposed to make you sad.