For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for January 13, 2023

enjoy your time together while it lasts, you two

sings Fooog up the windows… We’ll have a barrel of fun… Fooooog up the windows… We’ve got the blues on the run…

I remember those days. I also remember how uncomfortable thr front sear of cars were. The stick shift always got in the way….

Impeccable hygiene and total tummy control is mandatory for this kind of situation LOL

I’m over 6’ 3" high. And around 17+ stones. Front or back seat gymnastics looked like fun but were in fact physically difficult, no room to move. Now the bed of a Pickup truck on a warm summer evening, one can watch the stars and maybe do other stuff.

And then a cop shows up.

Like Archie and Edith sang, “Those Were The Days”!

“One hour” turns into four hours..

The first car that I took a girl for a date in, didn’t have a gear shift on the floor or even an automatic on the floor(it was on the column) so there was nothing in the way. A few years later, a state police officer accused my girlfriend (my wife with our oldest daughter in a carseat on the rear seat) of sitting on my lap while I was driving when there was at least 4 inches (if not 6) between us on that ‘bench’ seat ! ! ! !

next step in the storyline? well, the kids spend the night in the car ‘cause the old girl gets stuck/won’t start. Parents go nuts wondering.

“Fog up the windows.” Dang, how long has it been since I did that? (I’m 80 now, lol.)

I remember parking with a girl one night, in a situation much like this one, and my car got stuck. By the time I was able to dig it free, with the limited equipment a 16 year old boy would have in his car, I had frostbite on a few of my fingers.

We were all young and flexible, and made stuff happen

ahh.. the good old days and youth.

Nature’s privacy.

I can remember the front seat of a classic Volkswagen beetle.

“Paradise by the Dashboard Light”

And lots of times we were just sitting there talking – holding hands.

This is where the axe-murderer approaches the car..

Ohh Myyy! (George Takei)

My stick shift was 3 on the tree. 1951 Chevrolet 4 door sedan, all around comfort.

..and que the cop knocking on the window

And Michael goes to the park and drives into the snow drift at just the right time. Will Rhetta fall for it?

A patrolman finds a car parked on Lover’s Lane one night. He raps on the window with his nightstick and the guy rolls down the window. The officer sees he is just reading a paperback, and so is the girl. He asks the girl, “How old are you?” She looks at her wristwatch and replies, “I’m 17 years old for another six minutes.”

Or that they are found naked and frozen. It becomes the talk of the town.

Person #1: Idiots! That is why they are Michael the Moron and Retarded Rhetta.

Person #2: Why so uptight? Lots of couples do that in a car.

Person #3: In Canada…In January???