Love this one.
Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Suspicious Car
>
> Whenever I'd pull out of the driveway, my car
> would say, "This trip isn't going to end well
> for me, is it? I'm sure it won't this time."
>
> My car incessantly worried about this and that:
> Do I have enough oil? Is there enough gas
> for the trip? Are you still stashing drugs
>
> in my trunk? It thought it ought to be
> consulted on times of departure and arrival,
> on routes and destinations. How would you
>
> feel, it would ask me, if you were in my
> position? If you were never told anything ever.
>
>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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Tad Richards
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The moral is this: in American verse,
The better you are, the pay is worse.
--Corey Ford
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