Zoki Humor

 

  You know, I was just looking at this picture, and it got me thinking about relationships. Specifically, the kind of relationships where one person is really trying, and the other... well, the other is clearly living their best life in a tent. Look at this woman. She's got the flowers, the sad broken heart thought bubble – classic. She's clearly ready for a romantic rendezvous. Maybe she's even got a nice poem prepared, something about "roses are red, violets are blue, my love for you is… wait, where are you?" And then you see him. In the tent. With that grin. That's not the grin of a man who forgot his anniversary. That's the grin of a man who just discovered he can order pizza directly to his tent. He's living in the moment, folks. He's probably thinking, "This is it. This is peak romance. I've got my own private, portable bachelor pad. No dishes, no nagging… just me and my thoughts. And maybe a rogue squirrel.” I mean, I’ve been on dat...

 

 

 

 

 Anyway, I'm walking along the shore, feeling all zen, when I see this guy. Now, this guy... he was committed to his beach experience. He was wearing a full suit. A full, brown, business-casual suit. With a hat. And glasses. I'm thinking, "Okay, maybe he's just on his lunch break from a very important offshore bank? Or perhaps he's a secret agent who really hates sand in his loafers." So, he's crouched down, right? And he's got these... uh... things sticking out of the sand. And I'm trying to figure out what they are. Are they... giant, sandy potatoes? Some kind of weird, lumpy sea creature? My mind's racing. Is this a new reality show? "Naked and Beige"? Then, the second panel hits. And I swear, my jaw dropped so hard I think I chipped a tooth. The suit guy is still there, but now he's looking even more flustered, like he's just realized he left his iron on. And what's sticking out of the sand? It's not potatoes. It...