Prosthetically Hip

( Comic mercilessly ganked from Writhe and Shine )

Every day, I see more familiar faces.
Every day, more businesses re-open.

Naturally, my trip today to the newly re-opened Cafe du Monde did not yield these same results.
Why, you ask?
How is it that a person, wearing black jeans and a black button-down longsleeve shirt escape unpowdered?
The answer is simple: skill.

My dad, sister, and I went to Cafe du Monde every Sunday morning for innumerable years.
If I could get the technique down as a barely-awake child, I can handle it now.