This sums up my life. Walter doesn't force me to talk. We can handle silence. Other people feel they need to fill up the empty space and wonder why I don't have the same compulsion. My silence saves my life and keeps my relationships harmonious. Others should try it. Especially, Ann Coulter.


This one made me laugh out loud. Poor Harold's day will only go downhill from there. The second and later affronts of the day can only become funnier, for the audience, not so for Harold.

The kid's sudden doubling of head size disturbed me. Apparently, it's routine based on the father's unfazed expression.