MARGARET'S GROCERY, VICKSBURG, MISS. (WARNING: THIS PICTURE HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT FOLLOWS)
Monday, January 16, 2012 at 09:36PM 
You know when you’re trundling the trash can full of a week’s worth of god-knows-what down the driveway and it hits that seam in the concrete and stops you with a jolt and sends a shock wave through your arms to your shoulders and makes your head whip back and your teeth rattle? Just as it has every single goddam Monday night for the last five years? And it makes you so mad you think about running to the pet store and buying the cutest little puppy in the world and flying to wherever it is that Sister Wendy lives and giving her that cute little puppy as a gift just so you can hurl insults at the puppy and make Sister Wendy’s face crumple and burst into those pitiful nun tears and right before you leave you also squirt Heinz Extra Spicy Ketchup on her wimple for good measure? And you also give her the finger? And slam the door? Well, that just happened to me.
Reader Comments (8)
How many empty packets of Cheetos did you have in there?!
It's a beautiful drawing, and I'm so sorry you and Sister Wendy couldn't patch things up.
Those Cheetos packets were empty when I found them, I swear!
And Alice, you'll be glad to know that the Sister Wendy in my mind has forgiven me.
Hi Walt,
I work for an ad agency in NYC and we love your illustrations. We were wondering if you were taking any freelance work. I can't seem to find an email address for you so I hope you get this. Please email me at your convenience at eloises@heartbeatideas.com.
Thanks!
Eloise
[That's Sister Wendy, using a pseudonym.]
I'll be careful, ElizT
I linked to this blog by mistake. It is fascinating, but I don't understand any of it. Are you a real person? Are you an artist? Who is Ed and where is the goldfish pond? This grocery store post cracked me up because I have often wanted to insult furry animals and fling condiments at nuns. Perhaps we are destined to interact in some manner.