My car, in happier times, at the NCR Station in Monkton, Maryland.
Not me, my car. It's been in the shop for over two weeks now. People send me reports on its status: "Well, it was in the corner of the lot, but now it's closer to the middle." About the only thing I can do is go out on my front lawn and take pictures of airplanes. Here's a picture of an airplane. Yay.
2 comments:
Dude, bribe your mechanics. Tell them about your six hungry children who need the car to get to the grocery store. Tell them about your ill-fated tour of duty in Umblekistan that has left you restless and in need of a vehicle. If all else fails, take them beer. Choo-choo boy need car. ;-)
This is so depressing, my only hope is this homemade Prozac. Mmm, needs more ice cream.
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