One direction home, or to work, or to anywhere. Yesterday, my power steering became powerless steering, challenging me to exert strength just to stay on the path. Don't you rednecks read too much into this, but left turns seemed harder. Mechanic flushed out the system; seemed fine. Then wasn't. Brought it back; was fine for the mechanic, of course. The mechanic, the Deus Ex Machina, said drive the car around, let the system flush itself, let the new blood, so to speak, work its way. So, is he saying, steer more? Is that the answer? The metaphors here are screaming at me. I need all kinds of steering, let me tell you. But if I let go of the wheel, where do I go? What do I hit?
I'm so confused. I need so much help.
Maybe I should be walking or taking the bus.
Let someone else do the steering.
I am a semicolon.
8 comments:
You should really have your semicolon checked out.
How can I resist the easy semicolon jab?
I didn't mean jab like jab. I meant...nevermind.
Yeah. What Mist1 said. A semicolonoscopy.
Later Y'all
I'd rather be a semicolon than an em dash.
Puss
You should be careful with that semicolon; they'll soon be collectibles.
Your comments have been parenthetically noted. Period.
haha! what an awesome post! Long live the semicolon! haha
in the day and the age of the deus ex washingmachina
to be a semicolon
than to have one
now, your head outta ewer a...
or get a driver for your car...
got any teenagers? they love to drive! that way you can let them work the fluid around -- while tiring them out -- another thing that teenagers are good at not doing -- getting tired...
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