Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for April 20, 2024

So you are planning on being a campaign worker this year?

He opens the door to a total stranger? And a witch, to boot!

“Dave’s – I mean Larry’s not here, man.”

Larry’s quick thinking saved his day!

She could branch out and spread Confucius, door to door!

She’s not spreading confusion door-to-door as much as she’s spreading the conviction she’s lost it.

Assuming she ever had it.

Is your refrigerator running?

Do you have Prince Albert in the can?

Aaahhh… memories of youth…

“He’s down at the ball park, playing shortstop.” “What?”“No, What’s on second.”etc, etc…

I got a call from a woman yesterday asking for Michael. I told her she had the wrong number where upon she demanded to know to whom she was talking. I told her I was not Michael and politely declined to give her my name being wary of a scam.

She then asked, what Michael’s number was. I told her I knew a couple of Michaels but I wouldn’t give her their numbers. She became angry and said a couple of snotty things and hung up. I feel sorry for Michael if she ever tracks him down.

LOL! Made me snort my tea!

You’re a mischievous one, Broomie.

Broomie better watch out. With all the guns out there, she could get shot for that.

This is why we love you, Broomie.

What’s wrong with the guy’s hair in the last frame?

Unless you find a house where Larry live, then you’ll be the confused one.

“Dave’s not here.”

Moe? Curly? Shemp? Joe?

Reminds me of collection agencies. When I moved into my first apartment, I was constantly getting phone calls from bill collectors asking for someone I’ve never heard of at some other address. I would tell them to go away, but they refused until I threatened legal action against them.

One, after telling them that he doesn’t have this phone number anymore, actually asked me if I had he current number. I responded with something like “Sorry, Verizon didn’t give me the personal history of everybody who previously had this number, maybe you can ask them.”

a neighbor who lives a few doors away recently showed up with some materials for us that a gal from town hall had hand delivered. the neighbor said her son had “mistakenly” accepted the envelopes. stopping by town hall the other day, my wife happened to run into the delivery gal, who told my wife that she had clearly asked, is this the gopher gofer residence? (she’d unfortunately consulted google map, which gives the wrong coordinates for our address). the kid is either extremely stupid (a very real possibility) or extremely interested in getting to meet the foreigner living in the neighborhood… ☺