Out of Options

What's the deal with supermarkets? They tell you "If you have any feedback, please let us know" and then you tell them your feedback and then they're all "Slow down, pardner. We can't really do much about that." Why would they want my opinion on something in the first place if they're not even going to do anything about it?! And it's not just supermarkets -- public transport systems, the government -- the whole system is flawed, man!

Terms and Conditions

In the context of your usual storefront, terms and conditions with various legal jargon peppered throughout it doesn't help a lot of people. Customers don't read it (as the youngsters these days say: "Tea Ell Dee Are"), employees ignore it (except for those super annoying staff that catch you on this one particular clause they've memorized for no good reason except to make you look like a complete fool), managers need to spend time making sure the proper processes are followed (every time I use one of those KFC receipt offers, the manager is always pulled in).
Next thing you know, lawyers are getting in on the action by charging people money to explain the nuances of a coupon. Like, you spend $100 just to have someone say to you "Look, this coupon is expired, so, yeah...". If they're not already doing this, you can tell they're making enough money as is.

Gift Card

I've always thought that gift cards are just a socially acceptable way of saying "I had no idea what to get you, and I was running out of time but I didn't want to hand you raw cash". Some would argue that the experience of buying something is meaningful to the individual, to which I would counter: "Then you may as well have gotten them cash anyway".

Monetary Hallucination

Lightly inspired by the fact that I draw my money bags using largely the same shape as I do for garbage bags. But even so, I just can't shake the fact that money isn't worth as much as it used to. Not that it's currently equivalent to garbage, otherwise I'd be swimming in money.

On another note, we're coming up to 200 comics kinda soon. Keep your pants on for that, because you're going to need them...

Use your head

Considering the last time I checked, that crummy gold bar is only worth a measly $6000. Now, I'm no expert on high-value organs, but I'm fairly certain you could get more bucks for less brain. Not that I'm endorsing black market transactions of this nature, but if you think for a second: When was the last time the ol' noggin was good for something? Yeah, I thought so.