For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for January 17, 2022

Hang in there, John.

I’ll call it first. A high performance car driven by an immature teenager? This will go south fast!

Sheesh, John. It is just a car. If Mike gets into an accident, you better seek Mike first to check that he is ok and worry about the car later. Ya know, cars can be repaired and humans’ capability to be repaired is fifty-fifty. Get your priorities straight.

Driving my baby

What a lovely way of saying

You better be careful

Driving my baby

Does Mike know how to handle a stick & clutch? Maybe he’ll strip the gears in shifting. I’m just guessing that the ‘family’ car is an automatic transmission.

Sheesh! John is more immature than Michael!!

Good thing he’s talking to Farley; God knows how Elly would react to his blathering!!

Shows how dumb I am about men and their cars. I first thought he was talking about Mike taking Elizabeth to the skating rink. I had to read the comments above to realize he was referring to the CAR as his “baby”. LOL

Where was maturity and common sense when you bought it!!

I feel the same way about my guitars. My oldest daughter who is 14 wanted to learn to play, so I allowed her to play one of my instruments, after cautioning her to be careful to not damage it. I let my youngest help me play.

16 year olds haven’tgot their brains turned on yet. John is out of his mind!

Guy I knew bought a Datsun 240Z many years ago. Within two weeks he smashed it up resulting in him be in hospital and the passenger dead!!! He was about 20 at the time.

The big worry for adults is who/what he might hit with the car. The driver is a lot better protected than pedestrians are.

I have thrown out my back before – at least two or three times very seriously. But after my Chiropractor visit, I never had to stay in bed more than a day – or two at the most.

Let it go. (Yeah, the song is stuck in my brain too) Both of them are beyond your control now.

Does he wrap it around a phone pole while checking his Iphone?

He wrecks the thing, right?

There, there, John…

Watch your insurance rates explode.

There are a few more “excepts.”

Reality rears its ugly head.

I was waiting for the last panel.

MORON.

Give him a big wet lick, Farley!

When I first glanced at this just the words “my baby” jumped out , and I was shocked to think he was referring to MIKE and worrying about him! No chance.

I have no trouble saying “no”. None at all. My Baby would be safe, and I could lie there in peace. I’ll bet Mike didn’t even expect a “yes”, especially since we know Liz could have walked to the rink, or got a ride from someone else going there.

I was finishing up at a local shop one day when a lady came in to get an estimate on her damaged car. “I don’t work here,” I said, “you’ll need to see the shop manager.” When he appeared, clipboard in hand, the lady told him, “everything must be perfect. This is my baby.” The shop manager shook his head. “Ma’am,” he said, “you don’t need me; you need to see a pediatrician.”

Get a life, people. It’s a comic strip, not real life.

I don’t know about Canada but one way to keep insurance rates a bit more reasonable is to exclude certain drivers from certain cars. My step-father used to do insurance “inspection reports” which was simply to verify information on insurance applications. Part of his territory included a small community out west of San Antonio where everybody knows everybody else’s business. He was out there checking on a new insurance application for a new sports car a family had bought and excluded their teenage son as a driver. When my step-father asked about the sports car (without mentioning exactly why) the locals spoke up about how much fun the kid had driving the sports car. Needless to say the insurance was declined due to false statements on the application.

Wait, I thought Elly had April?

Last panel expression is pure Charles Schulz.

What action or attitude has Mike ever displayed that would make any observant person think Mike was mature or had common sense? John lives in a made-up world.

John,you’re talking to a dog!!

Does not like people using his car? John is a niggardly man.

Happy MLK Day.