She's my little deuce coupe
"Hey, you."
"Hey. What's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that you might get a call from an insurance adjuster, about that thing the other night."
"OK. No problem. I still feel bad about that. How's Beauty?"
"She'll be fine, but it's worse than I thought. The bumper pushed into the rear wheel well."
"Poor Beauty. You know I love her, right?"
"I know."
Jack was a little freaked out the other night, because I was in The City, and he took me to his place. He finally showed me where he lives. And he backed into a concrete pillar in the parking garage, underneath his apartment building.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass is utterly disgusted by America.
"Hey. What's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that you might get a call from an insurance adjuster, about that thing the other night."
"OK. No problem. I still feel bad about that. How's Beauty?"
"She'll be fine, but it's worse than I thought. The bumper pushed into the rear wheel well."
"Poor Beauty. You know I love her, right?"
"I know."
Jack was a little freaked out the other night, because I was in The City, and he took me to his place. He finally showed me where he lives. And he backed into a concrete pillar in the parking garage, underneath his apartment building.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass is utterly disgusted by America.
3 Comments:
Poor Beauty...but that is what insurance is for... ;)
Got to watch those concrete pillars...they're tricky. They'll jump right out at ya if you aren't looking!
Is Jack going to sue the architect for his/her negligent pillar placement?
Oh! That's so sad.
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