Waking Up at 5AM to a Dead Car Battery
5AM. Time to get to the gym and get a workout in before heading to work.
What’s this? The car won’t start? The radio works, that’s good. The Check Engine light works, that’s a good sign, wait no that’s a bad sign. Please don’t do this to me. You were fine yesterday. Not today. You could’ve at least given me a warning. A hiccup would’ve sufficed. “Cough, cough, I’m dying. Please…tell the Honda in parking lot A…I…wrote a poem about her. But don’t share the poem with her, that’s weird. Just mention it in casual conversation and then laugh it off. Make me sound cool.” Hmm, maybe that would’ve been a bit too dramatic.
“Your car wrote a poem about my car?”
“Haha, yeah isn’t that weird? Figured I’d tell you and you could mention it to your car, like, whenever, you know. It’s not a big deal, but just like, yeah. It’s good too.”
“Can I read it?”
“It’s not that good.”