IF MY BODY WAS A CAR !! - 4/ 9/ 2005 <--Prev : Next-->
IF MY BODY WAS A CAR !!
If my body was a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model.
I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job
is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once
as sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are
sagging. Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Baker's Inn opened a
shop in my neighbourhood!
Air bag's? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my
eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many
places and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser
factored life experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see
things up close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide
and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.
--- ack: Linda S Amstutz