Slipping and sliding down the snow-filled streets, I cursed and threatened my much loved car. Seriously Cougie? If I was driving any slower, we’d have to be going backwards! (Which is a completely different lament, as the cougar’s transmission has been slowly deteriorating for the past couple of years, making reverse and 1st gear vague, cantankerous acquaintances of ours) As yet another car zooms past us I point it out to the steering wheel- ‘Look! Look! No one else seems to be having these problems! Why do you require so much effort to simply stay on the road!? You’re a car! You belong on the ROAD!’ I continue my rant all the way into downtown. Parking in the lot at work, I open the door and start changing out my heavy-duty winter boots for smooth-soled work shoes. I stand up and shut the door, still mumbling under my breath about the morning adventures. Walking away, I glance over my shoulder to give Cougie a dirty look- wondering what the hell can possibly be wrong with it now. I don’t make it two steps before I immediately slip and fall on my head. ARG! Dang stupid shoes! ...wait a minute. Lying on my back in the snow I have a thought. I glance to my left and from my new vantage, I can see three of the cougar’s tires... three of the cougar’s completely bald, snow-encrusted tires.
Oh. That would make sense. Well then. Sorry car.
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