Hey! What About Me ?!
I realize the world is going to hell, but each of us still has to deal with our little tiny problems, which does not feel me up any better because of the hurricane and downfall of western society.
On Wednesday morn, my van had a stroke while I was out on the route, the worst possible time, since the thing is full of newspapers, which you probably know will not deliver themselves. I've looked into a system where I could just build pipes from the newspaper warehouse and shove the papers, one at a time, down the pipe to the proper hotel and they would just dance themselves to each room, in its own time.
This is not practical. The papers would probably get stuck in the piping and besides, the sides of the pipes are greased with shit to make the shoving more efficient. However, my boss nixed the idea, because he said the hotel people wouldn't take a paper greased with shit. Cest la vie!
I took the van to the repair shop. The top man there gave it a good looking after, and said that everything is wrong with it. I asked, what in particular, are the major problems. He said that the headlights worked, and the radio could get a couple of country stations, and oh yeah, the porno magazines in the bag were some fine action. Other than that, show me your wallet please.
Bottom line: $1125.02 to get my piece of shit from his fine establishment (full of bull shitters). Here come the credit cards again. And I'll pay the fee and toodle out of there happy as a lark....But under my breath, I'll be motherin' this and MF that, and you come up with some dirty acronyms. I'm tired.
And I had to take PUBLIC transportation to get home from the repair shop and to go back again today. This ain't so bad, since it seems things have settled down on buses (I used to think it was all whores and booze, with a crap game in the back) and basically no one looks at you, as long as you don't look at them.
As you know I am a racist. I hate the white people. So riding on the bus was somewhat of a treat, since I was the only whitey on board, the loathing I have for myself these days was mitigated by all of my black brothers and sisters who all ignored me. Which made for a fine trip for all.
Burn this letter!
Joe Postove
On Wednesday morn, my van had a stroke while I was out on the route, the worst possible time, since the thing is full of newspapers, which you probably know will not deliver themselves. I've looked into a system where I could just build pipes from the newspaper warehouse and shove the papers, one at a time, down the pipe to the proper hotel and they would just dance themselves to each room, in its own time.
This is not practical. The papers would probably get stuck in the piping and besides, the sides of the pipes are greased with shit to make the shoving more efficient. However, my boss nixed the idea, because he said the hotel people wouldn't take a paper greased with shit. Cest la vie!
I took the van to the repair shop. The top man there gave it a good looking after, and said that everything is wrong with it. I asked, what in particular, are the major problems. He said that the headlights worked, and the radio could get a couple of country stations, and oh yeah, the porno magazines in the bag were some fine action. Other than that, show me your wallet please.
Bottom line: $1125.02 to get my piece of shit from his fine establishment (full of bull shitters). Here come the credit cards again. And I'll pay the fee and toodle out of there happy as a lark....But under my breath, I'll be motherin' this and MF that, and you come up with some dirty acronyms. I'm tired.
And I had to take PUBLIC transportation to get home from the repair shop and to go back again today. This ain't so bad, since it seems things have settled down on buses (I used to think it was all whores and booze, with a crap game in the back) and basically no one looks at you, as long as you don't look at them.
As you know I am a racist. I hate the white people. So riding on the bus was somewhat of a treat, since I was the only whitey on board, the loathing I have for myself these days was mitigated by all of my black brothers and sisters who all ignored me. Which made for a fine trip for all.
Burn this letter!
Joe Postove
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