Not only is Toby doing 74 mph, the dials on her dash have no indicators. Talk about driving blind! If that’s not bad enough, the driver of the blue pickup has terrible visibility. This was an accident waiting to happen.
Who’s the driver of the pickup? Cal? Helen [A Rolling Stone Gathers No] Moss? Mr. Allora returning with 35 sacks of flour for Mary’s next muffin-baking bash?
Afraid I don't get this accident scenario. If I'm asked by Toby's insurance company what happened here, I will say that it appears Toby is veering into the oncoming lane. No need for that, Toby!
Who could possibly be in that pickup other than Cal, who insists on Toby personally nursing him back to health, unless she wants a major lawsuit on her hands? Can things actually be about to get interesting?
Whew! I am breathless with the excitement in this strip. Positively have the vapors! Again, so happy not to be reading anything about Wilbur. (@Catt: he better not be in that truck).
I wondered about that too, KitKat. Somehow Toby managed to slam on the brakes and still travel the 24 miles from the countryside into the city. That must be a DeLorean not a Volkswagen.
And the profanity from the pickup driver? It looks to me to be two characters between two exclamation marks. I thought he was calling her a four-letter word. Since the first and last letters are the same, I'm thinking he must have called her a "tart".
KitKat and Helen Clark, thank you for your observation of the jarring weirdness of JB's change of Toby's location suddenly to an urban street. I like the idea she's maybe driving a DeLorean. Perhaps it will help her go back to the future, where drivers are much more polite when you slam on your brakes.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
Not only is Toby doing 74 mph, the dials on her dash have no indicators. Talk about driving blind! If that’s not bad enough, the driver of the blue pickup has terrible visibility. This was an accident waiting to happen.
ReplyDeleteWho’s the driver of the pickup? Cal? Helen [A Rolling Stone Gathers No] Moss? Mr. Allora returning with 35 sacks of flour for Mary’s next muffin-baking bash?
I've been in a few car accidents in my life. Guaranteed. The first thing out of your mouth isn't going to be "AUGGHH!"
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ReplyDelete@Helen: Ha haaa, read you loud and clear!
-- Scottie McW.
Well, bite me on the "AUGGHH!" Some excitement at last!
ReplyDeleteAfraid I don't get this accident scenario. If I'm asked by Toby's insurance company what happened here, I will say that it appears Toby is veering into the oncoming lane. No need for that, Toby!
ReplyDeleteWho could possibly be in that pickup other than Cal, who insists on Toby personally nursing him back to health, unless she wants a major lawsuit on her hands? Can things actually be about to get interesting?
ReplyDeleteThat darn Wilbur!
ReplyDeleteSorry, but I hope the pickup is the loaner Mary got while her old LaSalle is in the shop.
ReplyDeleteWhew! I am breathless with the excitement in this strip. Positively have the vapors!
ReplyDeleteAgain, so happy not to be reading anything about Wilbur. (@Catt: he better not be in that truck).
AUGGHH. Has been used by a number of characters. My favorite is when Wilbur caught his girlfriend with her "cousin"
ReplyDeleteThe driver of the truck is Aldo Kelrast's son. The next panel should show it going over the side of a cliff.
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ReplyDeletePlease read my post
ReplyDeleteRajani Rehana, your comments have to relate to Toby Cameron and her misadventures, not to your blog. Please hack elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteYesterday Toby was driving on a two-lane road that looked to be in open country. Today a building suddenly materializes - huh?
Any thoughts as to what three-letter word the pickup driver called Toby? The only thing I thought of was “cur,” but that’s neither profane or germane.
I wondered about that too, KitKat. Somehow Toby managed to slam on the brakes and still travel the 24 miles from the countryside into the city. That must be a DeLorean not a Volkswagen.
ReplyDeleteAnd the profanity from the pickup driver? It looks to me to be two characters between two exclamation marks. I thought he was calling her a four-letter word. Since the first and last letters are the same, I'm thinking he must have called her a "tart".
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HelenClark, at least the driver didn’t call her a “muffin.”
ReplyDeleteKitKat and Helen Clark, thank you for your observation of the jarring weirdness of JB's change of Toby's location suddenly to an urban street. I like the idea she's maybe driving a DeLorean. Perhaps it will help her go back to the future, where drivers are much more polite when you slam on your brakes.
ReplyDeleteIf only it were Mr Allora in that pickup truck, I'm sure he would have called her a stupid ¡#%!
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ReplyDeleteIf anyone deserves warranted flak, it’s Toby.
Who wants to bet a shamrock to a leprechaun that Toby runs into (literally) Mary, who’s toting a basket of muffin’s?
Muffins! ~€%! autocorrect!
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