Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for July 13, 2020

Never trust a man wearing a vest.

Never just accept it when somebody says they’re doing surveying…

Good thing he’s white, or he would probably be dead by now.

I would have least have asked what project he was surveying for.

I thought I had the frets once, but it just turned out to be severe clinical depression.

Escaped Convicts of Madison County Jail?

Let me guess. Her name is Karen.

Surveyors are rarely good news. They usually precede change. That change usually means someone is building something you really don’t particularly want as close as you can see the surveyor.

I get the frets sometimes when setting up a new guitar.

He’s not black. Why worry?

Hmmm. Could the widow Doonesbury be about to set of on a romantic adventure?

I had the frets once, but then I sold my guitar.

Curioso paranoia: A natural dysfunction that occurs after entering adulthood.

Frets? Who knew? I never knowed she had a guitar even