I'm deep in the throes of house painting, so this will be a very short post just to let everyone know I'm still alive. One of my favorite cartoons was sent to me by a friend years ago, and I believe (but not sure) that it is from the New Yorker magazine. Alas, I can't read the signature of the cartoonist, but it may be Mort Gerberg, whose cartoons always make me laugh. At least it looks somewhat like his signature. He used to have cartoons in the New Yorker. I Googled his name, but couldn't determine if it was his cartoon or not. I hope the copyright gods will give me an "E" for effort. I do care very much about protecting copyrights.
It makes me giggle every time I see it. In years gone by, many fancy restaurant waiters began visiting tables with a pepper mill, asking if you wanted freshly ground pepper on your salad and such. Over the years, the pepper mills these waiters brandished started getting larger and more preposterous. I almost became afraid of saying, "No, I don't want any pepper," for fear the waiter would club me with his oversized pepper mill. (Thankfully, I adore pepper and always said, "Yes!" when asked)
Without further ado, here is the cartoon in question. I hope it gives you a giggle. And if anyone knows who I should credit, please let me know so that I can give proper attribution.
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