From 1992 thru 2010 I owned a convertible. The only reason why I got rid of it was that I was T-boned (in fact, I had just started drawing these comics, I was 50 comics into the run, when on 4/14/2010 I drew the accident). So I know all about driving one in the north, during the winter months. Unless it’s a fluke of a day, and it’s unseasonably balmy, you don’t take the top off in December. Especially when the forecast is for rain.

I guess I could have gone back into the store and tried to find the owner, though he could have been in the gym, or the barber shop, or any of the stores that are in this strip mall.

Besides, he took two spots.

So to hell with him.