Open letter to my car

[x_multipleman]

Now, I know a delivery job is kind of menial, and Manhattan in January is no place for a lady of your refinement and breeding. But you know I love you. You don't have to make unhappy noises in third gear just to get my attention.

I tell you what, though, I'll be down in a minute with those tools you like, and if you tell me where it hurts I promise I'll make it all better.

Comments

[x_multipleman]

x_tarot
January 16 2006, 07:48:27
And yet, you make fun of Doug for talking to his computer and calling it his baby? I think that there is a cast-iron pot on the telephone for you, Mr. Kettle.


x_crowdofone
January 16 2006, 08:13:07
This is completely different. Doug talks to his computer. I talk to my 1968 Shelby Mustang.


x_kitten
January 16 2006, 09:21:51
You compose journal entries to your car, Jamie. At least if Doug were to do that we could explain it away in that the computer can actually see the posts...


x_crowdofone
January 16 2006, 10:57:28
What, are you jealous? If you made unhappy noises when I shifted into third gear, I'd coddle you too . . . ;)


x_forge
January 16 2006, 10:59:29
That's it, needles... in... brain!


x_catseye
January 16 2006, 13:51:59
No needles yet. Catseye was waiting for the show! Boo!