|Wednesday, September 6, 2006|
|Panel 1: At
dinner in the Davies dining hall, Marie stares at the male server who
is giving her a plate of salad. Rahim is sitting next to her.|
Marie [thinks]: Well, this feels weird.
Panel 2: Marie gazes at the salad.
Marie [thinks]: We have to go through this every night? Just sit here in robes while people wait on us hand and foot?
Marie [thinks]: This is not my world! I can't deal with this!
Marie [aloud]: Must...resist...urge...to...offer...to help...with dishes...
Rahim: You know, it's funny, but I've never had that problem.
Alt-Text: Yep...still get this feeling sometimes...