For Your Convenience
So what? I wasn’t used to it myself.
Nor did I want to be, but as usual
it got stuck. You think WD–40 fixes
everything. You may be right. Which
doesn’t mean you get to ride shotgun.
On the other hand, you don’t have to
squat in the trunk either. That’s what
we do with duct tape around here.
It’s a quaint ethnic custom, and it was
my idea. I’ve got plenty more where
that came from, but I can only order
them in crates of twenty or more.
Well, that settles the account with
not much to spare. Lucky or what.
If you see the god in the machine,
tell him I said Hey.
©2004 F.J. Bergmann
"For Your Convenience" appeared on Right Hand Pointing #6.
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