Delightful yet creepy, and very amateurishly drawn. I like i
The huge, startled woman (who's still dialing the telephone) is communicating with the bemused, middle-aged stockboy in the All-Tide Grocery Store.
It seems that her miniature washing machine just can't get her bizarrely huge basket overflowing with dirty laundry clean.
The mere thought of the deranged woman and her soiled unmentionables has caused our hero's left hand to stray down to regions mercifully obscured by the telephone cord/cumulonimbus cloud. You don't really need to see his left hand. The expression gives away his darkest secrets.
-kevin