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ninanevermore) wrote2005-05-13 10:06 am
ninanevermore) wrote2005-05-13 10:06 am
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Friday - Small in a Big World
Today at the red light (it's the one on SH249, leaving the little town, heading toward the big town, just before it becomes a freeway - that's where the space time continuum breaks down, don't you know) I was the only non-SUV in sight.
Big hulking metallic beasts that they were, they had my Elantra surrounded. The SUVs looked hungry, like sharks with wheels, ready to jump on my little sedan and rip on out her gas tank and drink the contents. With gas prices being what they are, I can imagine why. Fortunately, just as one of the SUV's began to lunge, the light changed and my Elantra and I escaped. They would have been disappointed, I only had 1/4 tank or so. And an Elantra tank, at that. Barely enough to get an SUV around the block.
I take glee in that their owners can barely afford to feed those gas-guzzling monstrosities these days. I can only assume that as thier cars get larger, their children must get thinner.
"But, Mommy, please, I want to eat 3 times a day like we used to!"
"Sorry, Sophie, sorry, Joshua, but mommy and daddy needed a giant shiny, pretentious gas hog to impress the neighbors with. After the kittens are born, maybe we can start having protein for dinner again. Now, eat your saltines and be quiet!"
It's a sick, sick world, and I'm not really helping matters much by being in it. Then again, like most people, I'd rather be part of the problem rather than the solution. Being part of the solution requires work and time and commitment. Really, who has that kind of time?
Big hulking metallic beasts that they were, they had my Elantra surrounded. The SUVs looked hungry, like sharks with wheels, ready to jump on my little sedan and rip on out her gas tank and drink the contents. With gas prices being what they are, I can imagine why. Fortunately, just as one of the SUV's began to lunge, the light changed and my Elantra and I escaped. They would have been disappointed, I only had 1/4 tank or so. And an Elantra tank, at that. Barely enough to get an SUV around the block.
I take glee in that their owners can barely afford to feed those gas-guzzling monstrosities these days. I can only assume that as thier cars get larger, their children must get thinner.
"But, Mommy, please, I want to eat 3 times a day like we used to!"
"Sorry, Sophie, sorry, Joshua, but mommy and daddy needed a giant shiny, pretentious gas hog to impress the neighbors with. After the kittens are born, maybe we can start having protein for dinner again. Now, eat your saltines and be quiet!"
It's a sick, sick world, and I'm not really helping matters much by being in it. Then again, like most people, I'd rather be part of the problem rather than the solution. Being part of the solution requires work and time and commitment. Really, who has that kind of time?