Love 'em. Aaaah the horror of ordinary life. The second one is particularly good.
Horror: you might have been light-hearted in posting, but I think you were actually very accurate in your summation.
The first lot looks bored to death with its membership, whereas the poor woman in the second looks on the very verge.
All in all, cheers me up no end about my own situation.
Like I remarked elsewhere, Russ has that gift for finding indelible slices of Americana. I think it's done so much better this way than à la Parr, with all the attendant flash and brash. Beneath it all I sense sympathy, unlike the exploitation
I see in the Parrs. Probably speaks more about my own ambivalence to the genre than anything else - like it but can't totally accept it. I suppose it's comparable to coveting one's neighbour's wife, but not literally, in my case - the wives, I mean. But I don't live in Beverly Hills.
Rob C