Red towered over me as I slouched, pen in hand, ready to sign the petition.

“A murderer is about to be let out on parole. I can’t let that happen.” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

There I was, a hapless bird, flying straight into the nose of a speeding train. I forced the pen in a series of up and down strokes. The resulting line of jagged teeth was not an actual signature. I handed back the petition and pen then hurriedly finished scanning my order. I slipped a hundred dollar bill into the cash slot, my trembling fingers retrieved the change. No time now to redeem the dollar off coupon, so I stuffed it in my pocket. Eyes straight ahead toward the automatic door, I pushed the cart forward.

Red stepped in front of me. She held out the petition and pen.

“I need you to sign this again. It has to be a legible signature.”

I looked into her cool eyes, then squared up my shoulders and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to sign that petition.”

The rising fury on her face was as palpable as the lump in my throat. Half a heartbeat later, I pushed my cart outdoors into safety.

Silly of me to agree to sign the petition before knowing the issue at hand. I assumed it was about a store policy change regarding a school rewards program. Then, when Red blurted out the purpose behind her petition, I felt unable to reverse my decision.

I pushed the cart to my SUV embarrassed and mad. Damn mad. Mad at myself for not saying exactly how I felt before I drew the jagged teeth and mad at Red for stepping out of bounds in the unspoken contract between customer service person and customer. In this case, me, the customer, who apparently left her spine in the milk cooler.

The thing is, I want to be liked by the people around me. I make an effort to get along with my neighbors, the teller at the bank, my dental hygienist, and even the voice coming through the speaker in the fast food drive through. Yet, in my zeal to be liked, I had just made a fool of myself in that self checkout line.

Not only did I think the petition was about another issue, but casting a vote to rescind parole would take more time to decide than just a few minutes in a checkout line. I was in such a state of despair over my action of pretending to sign while not signing that I couldn’t explain myself at all to Red.

You see, I admired her. She is one of those people who exudes confidence like a puppy jumps for morning kibble. Attentive and sharp, she is ready to salute at a moment’s notice. She has red curly hair fashioned in a tight pony tail, never a strand out of place. Naturally tall and thin, her clothes are clean, neat, starched and just a smidge out of style. I liked going through her line, be it the self checkout or full service because she always had a smile and a quiet intelligence that made my experience of buying groceries easier.

The next few months in the store, when Red saw me approaching, she turned away. I avoided her too. I even considered shopping elsewhere but if I changed direction every time I embarrassed myself by the foolish little things I always seem to do, I’d be forever looking for another grocery.

Then, one day, I was pushing my cart down the main aisle. The store was undergoing yet another massive renovation. My frustration mounted because none of the hand written signs told me where the raisins were. I needed to ask. Red was stationed in the middle of the store thoroughfare, answering questions from many of the patrons like me, unable to find anything.

She stood taller than most of us, her hands comfortably behind her back, only to appear when pointing the way.

I pushed my cart toward her, just out of her peripheral vision and in a loud voice said, “Can you tell me where the raisins are?”

She said, “Yes! The raisins are in aisle eight.”

As she was lifting her arm to point, her mouth in a smile, she turned her head to look down at me, the customer who just asked the question.

When she saw it was me, her brows descended and her forehead crinkled, then her smile left her face but only for a moment. Her confident, professional facade was in full force and to cover her lapse, she said, “The store is a mess right now. I’m glad to point the way.”

I gave her a hearty “Thank you!” and pushed my cart toward aisle eight secretly chanting with glee, “Made you look. Made you look.”

For Red, I had a black mark. But I felt as if I had just won some sort of victory. I could tolerate being that person who in someone else’s eyes was not exactly respected. I knew that one incident didn’t define me entirely. I was just someone who made mistakes and moved on despite them.

One spring day, my husband Jeff and I were together shopping for a party. After we had loaded up our cart, we headed toward the checkout. I saw Red standing behind her register. I turned to Jeff and said, “Let’s go to that line there.”

We filed into Red’s line and as soon at the conveyer belt allowed, we began loading on our groceries. It had been nearly a year since the original petition incident and this checkout would be my and Red’s most prolonged contact yet.

I had two things in my favor. First, I had a cart full of cookies. Only a clerk with a steel trap mind could keep from inquiring. And second, I had Jeff, a friendly and funny fellow who has a knack for making most people smile.

Jeff provided me with a new dimension. No longer was I just the woman who faked signed a petition, but I was a woman who had a friendly, outgoing husband and a woman who bought cookies by the cart load.

Jeff told Red we were having an anniversary party for our employee who had worked for us the past ten years and Red confided she had worked at the grocery store for nine years.

“I doubt I’ll get a party when I’ve been here ten,” she said.

She and Jeff chatted and laughed. When the order was complete, the bags packed into the cart, the bill paid, Red handed me the receipt and told me about an online survey. I half listened like I tend to do, grateful for the smiles and absence of anxiety.

When she completed her spiel, I said, “Okay, thanks.”

We left with a wave, pushing out our cart of cookies. Jeff with his usual bounding energy and me with a grin, a reflection of my reprieve.

I’m sure I will always be, to Red, the one who fake signed her petition. Time, however, had removed the sting of anger from her face.


This is a true story from 2013. I still shop at the same grocery and have never been asked again, thank God, to sign another petition.

Happy New Year!


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Pamo on BSA at Biker Rags... atta girl.

Pamo on BSA at Biker Rags… atta girl.

Well folks… just a quick update about the whereabouts of Pamo’s World. I’m still here and still wild (cough).

I’m on an extended hiatus from ye ole blog.

In the meantime, I thought I’d share my and Jeff’s latest store video. It’s easy to see who the real funny guy is… and I’m lucky to have him.

If you are having a tough day, just remember the words of Ralph Kramden:

Pins and needles, needles and pins-

A happy man is a man that grins.

Until next time!


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I was getting ready to post the final half of my comic series on Cardboardies Licenses (based on the work of Tony Renouf) and realized it had been too long since my last post for the story to flow properly. So today, I’m posting the entire four page story in sequence. Thanks Tony for the inspiration! I hope I did your concept justice.



License 3

License 4Pamo is so naive, she never saw that one coming.

In my initial write up of the Cardboardies License (fan art) comics, the Tony character  flew to the states to do the consult. But then it hit me that his character wouldn’t do that at all- he’d figure out a clever way to get the job done without his leaving town.

I started this fan art series (HERE) of Tony Renouf’s work (Bored in a Record Shop) as a way to honor one of my favorite creators and as a way to expand my own process. It was time well spent.

Thanks Tony for the inspiration!

Until next toon,


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Hang tough Pamo! Take advantage of that license.

The story continues….

Until next toon,


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Cardboardies Cover

I drew this comic based on Tony Renouf’s, (Bored in a Record Shop), original creation of Cardboardies Cereal. You can see one of his MANY, MANY license’s comics HERE. Scroll down to the third comic page in that post and you can see what I mimicked to get my comic today.

As I’ve come to know Tony through his comics and blog, I’ve learned that he expresses his comic ideas without apology or compromise. He just does his thing. His comics aren’t for the faint of heart. Much of his work is violent, offensive, and smelly. (He has a real talent for making you smell his panels.) Be warned… you’ll find yourself laughing like you’re back in grade school watching a mischievous pal spurt milk out of his nose.

Then if you read enough of Tony’s work, you’ll notice that he takes on large issues like religion, factory farming, environmental degradation- and he pokes the hell out of cultural norms. My sense is that Tony often uses his work to say something important but I wonder if he’d ever admit to it. I imagine his response would be that he’s just having fun.

For some time I’ve wanted to do a comic borrowing from Tony’s style but with a Pamo’s World ‘general audience’ story. I asked Tony for his permission and he gave me a resounding thumb’s up. (Thank you Tony!) I’ve already learned a ton from observing his work and I have a strong feeling I’m about to learn a ton more from attempting to mimic it.

My Cardboardies version continues next week. So stay tooned!


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The Speech

I’ve always been a sucker for a great motivational speech. Hahahahahaha!

Until next toon,


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Stubborn-King-2016Jeff’s knee is doing much better. He still won’t wear his crown.

Until next toon,


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It’s been awhile since my last comic post. I’ve been simplifying and it got complicated.

In fact, I’ve organized my entire studio space and now I can’t find anything. Ha ha!

Life is good. The iPad Pro may not be “simpler” to use than the Surface Pro but it sure is more fun. And that’s worth the switch.

Until next toon,


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Pamo tries to be a smooth operator but she just can’t pull it off.

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Sometimes our creative ideas don’t pan out the way we envisioned.

So just eat some chocolate and move on!

Until next toon,


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