I love this episode so, so, so, so FREAKING MUCH. My absolute favorite (almost).

Great Scott

Michael in this episode is-to quote my new least favorite show, Jon and Kate Plus 8- “an unending fountain of whine”. Everything in this episode is about Michael’s comfort, right down to the inciting action for this episode- his desire to have bacon beside his bed. He is his own first priority and believes he should also be the first priority of everyone else- something that his officemates don’t quite understand. Michael doesn’t understand why Pam won’t smear butter (Country Crock) on his crusty blisters. He can’t fathom why Ryan doesn’t want to go in the bathroom and “clean him up a bit”. And he isn’t being snobby about it- his driving force is not that he’s the boss and THAT’s why they should love him. Michael sincerely believes that these officemates are his family, he sincerely believes that his injury is severe, and he sincerely believes that his family should focus totally on his severe foot injury. Michael is all about sincerity- until he’s ignored, and then he jumps off of the deep end. Case in point–the wheelchair dude.

Dwigt

That “moon faced kid” was a seriously awesome character in this episode. Just him crashing into the car, stumbling out of it, flopping on the side and throwing up made me literally fall down laughing. Dwight and Pam’s interaction was genius- espcially with the non-iPod and Pam helping his to the door. And drinking in Meredith’s van. Good work, Dwight. Good work.

Big Tuna

Jim is appalled in this episode. And for many well deserved reasons. He’s appalled that Michael is taking his foot so seriously. He’s appalled that Pam and Dwight are friends. He’s appalled that Michael wants shotgun. He’s appalled that Michael can’t even fill out paperwork at the hospital correctly. To cap all of this off, Jim is appalled that he knows Dwight’s middle name. (It’s Kurt, not Fart. NAME THAT EPISODE!)

Tune in next time for a Classique Series review of Pushing Daisies!