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Thanks but no thanks, random stranger dude who's probably some form of Eric Mills! Margo's ready for a fight. With one upward stroke of her index finger, she's obliterated Main Street, USA. Next, it'll be your almost-but-not-quite-matching blazer. Margo don't play.

Eric Appears and...

Whoa, did the narration box just spill some major beans about our perfect stranger? Is this Eric? Eric Mills? Eric Mills of "The Mills Gallery" fame? Eric Mills, assumed to have perished in an avalanche? Eric Mills, who left Margo a boatload of money? Eric Mills, whom Margo cried brave tears over? Eric Mills, who gets his spot blown up by the freaking narration box??

Well, nice to have him back I guess? And Margo doesn't know yet, so of course, she makes the natural assumption that he's The Spy Who Is Trying to Make Me Crazy... the lesser acclaimed sequel to The Spy Who Loved Me. This is the hallucinogenic gas leak talking, mark my words.

Heck to the No!

I mean, I totally get why Margo is annoyed (about this, not her other outbursts).  If some random stranger was creeping around outside of my apartment/office building and answering all my questions in cryptic non-answers, I'd probably get pretty irked and shout a sassy comeback like "talk to the hand!" or whatever the kids are saying these days.

BUT WHY WOULDN'T SHE FIND OUT HIS NAME?!?!  Just for the sake of ending this loop of mystery man interaction/verbal beration of co-worker or loved one/complaining about planning her mother's wedding that we've been stuck in for months.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

Drive Me Nuts

Aw man. I thought that this crazy hat-wearing dude was Greg Cooper, in costume for some indie film being shot in NYC, and that Margo didn't recognize him because it COULDN'T be Greg, it just couldn't! But now that she's actually bumped into Greg and knows he's in the city, it's really unlikely she wouldn't be able to see through the old baking-soda-in-the-hair trick.

My second guess was that it would be Eric Mills (of "The Mills Gallery" fame), back from the dead after that avalanche in Tibet because, ha ha ha, no one in soap operas actually dies in avalanches, they just need some time to dig themselves out! But it's pretty unlikely that Margo wouldn't recognize her former fiance whose name she was mumbling in her sleep not too long ago. Unless his injuries from the avalanche required extensive reconstructive surgery?? Avalanches can do that, right?

Special shout out to Kibo in the comments for predicting drive me nuts.

Breath of Stale Air

Margo thrives in low oxygen environments like the high altitude apex predator that she is.  Is this supposed to be the random silver fox sphinx in tan suit that Margo thought she knew in February and then later in April?!?!  How is this series of interminable, unrelated vignettes even qualifying as a storyline?

Stop Pretending

Stop pretending you know me! Stop pretending we're friends! Stop pretending we had a past! Stop pretending we went jacket shopping together! Stop showing up every time I need a tissue! Stop screaming "BLESS YOU" outside my apartment door every time I sneeze! Stop showing up with extra napkins every time I buy falafel on the street corner! Actually, wait a minute, can you plan a wedding?

Stranger Danger

Um...I have no idea who this person is supposed to be.  Maybe Greg Cooper silver foxing it for a role as James Bond in Octogenarian?  Regardless, let's have a few more strips where this guy plays it coy and Margo seethes with white hot rage.  Wouldn't want to keep the storyline moving too quickly.

Not Usually a Wimp

So, is this supposed to be the same guy as this guy and this guy? Because...  I don't know, I kind of hope it's Anderson Cooper and Margo has just waltzed into some fabulous free PR opportunity. Which probably happens to Margo all the time, as one of New York's top publicists.

Margo Keeps Stumbling

Oh my gosh do you think they forgot to color his hair in, or is that actually a gray haired man who doesn't look exactly like Aristotle?

Also I love that this guy has a handkerchief. Is that a thing anymore? Ah, who am I kidding, nothing that happens in A3G is a "thing" anymore.

The Yellow Brick Street

 

Yea, why does this keep happening? Is the man in the brown coat and fedora really Martin skulking outside of Gabriella's house trying to determine how much the Diane Devine wedding planning is really going to cost him?  Or is Margo just hallucinating very polite male strangers.

I wonder what Lu Ann is up to?

Not in the Mood

Margo's emotional laziness never fails to put a smile on my face. "I should apologize, but I'm not in the mood." "I should help my mom plan her wedding, but I'm starting to get sleepy." "I should maintain my relationship with my boyfriend / A-list client, but letter writing? What are we in, junior high?? I'll send him a text later."

Speaking of people I thought were Greg Cooper! Is this Margo's mysterious benefactor? Who's just... some random dude I guess? Or Greg in middle-aged hat-wearing disguise?

Deep Thought

I love how Margo's version of taking care of the Diane situation is thinking so deeply about how she is just too tired to deal with that crap that she falls in the street. Never change, Margo.

I'm going to go ahead and assume that the mysterious stranger is someone like Greg Cooper, since there has been such an effort made to cover up his identity, and not just Sam walking out of the restaurant after Margo. The best part is that the effort to cover up his identity in a monochromatic outfit and eye-shielding hat was all for naught, because there's no telling who any given man in this strip actually is until someone refers to them by name.