posted by
machine_dove at 08:37am on 06/10/2004
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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