i'm not a poet, and don't i know it
Jan. 27th, 2003 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempSo today, went out to start my car and warm it up, as I do fifteen minutes before I leave every morning, only to find that all of the locks and doors had frozen shut, save the passenger door which was wedged against a snowbank. Shimmied self into car, climbed across passenger seat, started car, which sounds like a much quicker process than it actually was, and the near-zero temperatures were enough to freeze my hair solid by the time I got inside. An added step to my daily hair regime: Had to first defrost hair with hair dryer, then dry it. Had to get in and out of the car an incredible number of times because of forgotten items, need to clear off parts of the car, and annoying parental units, each time having to acrobatically climb across the front seat in a motion that requires a grace and flexibility I don't really possess.
Finally left house! Only to have the heater make scary rattly noises! For no good reason! So loud it drowned out the radio! And it's not like I've already had the heat fixed twice this winter! Grr. Anyway, noises magically stopped once I got on the highway. I don't think I can use the heat unless I'm going twenty miles an hour or something. Weirdness!
Anyway, after this experience, I spent the bulk of my free moments this morning jotting down the following on and off because I am Just That Lame.
Ode to My Car
By: Jess
Oh little ghetto car of electric blue,
How vividly I recall the day I met you,
Sitting quietly in the Metro Ford lot,
Little did I know the deal I'd got.
Two and a half years now, still you're an enigma,
Full o' rattly noises of unknown origin; still I dig ya.
Your mysteries grow more numerous by the day,
They make life exciting, so I say.
The heat is broken again, but fear not!
The wipers magically fix themselves, on the spot.
Though I drop f-bombs when your locks freeze up on wintry mornings,
And curse mightily when you shed pieces of your black trim and other adornings,
And scream loudly when you inexplicably go from three wiper settings to two,
You know what? I still heart you.
For you do get me from Point A to Point be with relative certainty,
No tape deck or CD player, but a radio that snags pop music frequencies,
Small enough for compact only, big enough for all my crap to fit,
Little blue car, you are my favorite mobile money pit.
~fin
Finally left house! Only to have the heater make scary rattly noises! For no good reason! So loud it drowned out the radio! And it's not like I've already had the heat fixed twice this winter! Grr. Anyway, noises magically stopped once I got on the highway. I don't think I can use the heat unless I'm going twenty miles an hour or something. Weirdness!
Anyway, after this experience, I spent the bulk of my free moments this morning jotting down the following on and off because I am Just That Lame.
Ode to My Car
By: Jess
Oh little ghetto car of electric blue,
How vividly I recall the day I met you,
Sitting quietly in the Metro Ford lot,
Little did I know the deal I'd got.
Two and a half years now, still you're an enigma,
Full o' rattly noises of unknown origin; still I dig ya.
Your mysteries grow more numerous by the day,
They make life exciting, so I say.
The heat is broken again, but fear not!
The wipers magically fix themselves, on the spot.
Though I drop f-bombs when your locks freeze up on wintry mornings,
And curse mightily when you shed pieces of your black trim and other adornings,
And scream loudly when you inexplicably go from three wiper settings to two,
You know what? I still heart you.
For you do get me from Point A to Point be with relative certainty,
No tape deck or CD player, but a radio that snags pop music frequencies,
Small enough for compact only, big enough for all my crap to fit,
Little blue car, you are my favorite mobile money pit.
~fin
