a forty seventh cartoon...'sunday afternoon'

I chose to call this cartoon 'Sunday afternoon', because for me, The Little Chef, once ubiquitous at every motor-way service station, traveler's rest, is emblematic of the grey and dreary state of mind one often finds oneself in on a Sunday - the weekend seems over, the prospect of five more (!) days of work looms large, and the alcohol on your brain makes everything seem slow, and difficult - not to mention colourless.  Also Little Chef's,  for me - as a child of the eighties - are synonymous with long drives home from seeing relatives in various parts of the country, and reminded me, then, of school in the morning.  As an aside, one must check out photographer Paul Graham - brilliant at capturing the mundane.