For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for May 18, 2015

Pants on fire, Michael.

I used to do this to my friend’s family. They ate dinner at 4pm and we ate at 5pm.I never could understand why her mother kept giving me dirty looks!

Tell the truth, Michael. I did when I was a kid and they understood that I had to eat at home.

Lynn’s Notes:

I once asked a friend to stay for dinner without asking my mother first. I didn’t know that we only had enough food for the four in our family. Not wanting to be rude to my friend, Mom agreed to set another place at the table, but she had to fry bread with the potatoes, then cut the meat up into small pieces and mix it with the gravy in order to accommodate an extra person. Later, she explained to me that we weren’t always able to feed others, and I was never to ask if I could stay at someone else’s house for dinner. Even if I was invited, she cautioned me to be aware that the other family might have not have as much as we had.

I don’t get this at all. If Mike wanted to eat with them why didn’t he just accept the invitation? Why does he go from cheerfully declining to suddenly, in the next panel, clawing at their window with sweat pouring off his face? This is probably as much an indictment of Lynn’s cartooning skills as Mike Patterson’s idiotic personality.

Easy to make a prediction when you can see (spoiler alert) tomorrow’s strip online.

Michael is such a freak.