He and She were driving back from one of His rehearsals …
She: “When will the people who make the road signs learn to spell?”
She: “Since when does ‘car’ have an ‘E’ in it?”
He: “So you wish to pass with car?”
She: “Don’t you?”
He: “Since that’s what I’m driving at the moment, yeah. But what if I’m on a bike? Or behind the wheel of a truck? Does that mean I’m not allowed to? I’m just going to have to suck it up and get in line behind whoever’s leading the parade? Truckers on a schedule aren’t going to be terribly happy with you.”
She: “But how are you supposed to pass with care?”
He: “Dunno. If you’re asking me, I’d prefer to pass with acceleration. But that doesn’t fit on the sign.”
She: “So ‘care’ is code for zzooom-zoom? That takes energy. Can I pull up to a care station and get a tankful?”
He: “Or a charge.”
She: “Yeah. They’ll charge, all right.”
He: “Count your blessings. They see me coming, they’ll insist on cash.”
She: “Or they won’t care?”
He: “They sure as hell won’t. They’ll take a pass.”
She: “At whom?”
He: “Don’t go there …”
You forgot the “love your neighbor” part!
And the part where we’re supposed to stop emergencies! You forgot that, too!
You remember when I said they would only take cash at the care filling station? I didn’t have any …
What about “be alert?” All across the country they tell you to be a lert. Is there that much need for lerts? Should I have majored in lert? What are the salaries like? Do they need lerts in Hawai’i? ‘Cause if they do, I’m becoming a lert right now!
I think all the lerts moved to New Zealand, Nathalie. At least they have their own network down there …
Ah so. The lerts are unionized.