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machine_dove at 08:37am on 06/10/2004
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My car means well, I'm sure. It really does.
But why car, why do you feel compelled to ding and scare the jeebus out of me when it's 37 degrees outside? I know you're trying to be helpful, but I really don't need that helpful, heart-atack-inducing alarm bell every time it reaches 37 degrees. I really don't. Why 37? Why not 36, or 38, or 74? Are accidents somehow less damaging at 37?
It's a mystery, to be sure. I forgot my car did that until this morning, going around a steep curve on a narrow road. It was a rush, let me tell you. And not a good kind.
But why car, why do you feel compelled to ding and scare the jeebus out of me when it's 37 degrees outside? I know you're trying to be helpful, but I really don't need that helpful, heart-atack-inducing alarm bell every time it reaches 37 degrees. I really don't. Why 37? Why not 36, or 38, or 74? Are accidents somehow less damaging at 37?
It's a mystery, to be sure. I forgot my car did that until this morning, going around a steep curve on a narrow road. It was a rush, let me tell you. And not a good kind.
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