I'm sure that many of you are familiar with my venerable vehicle, Mrs. Jones. The good Mrs. is a 1989 Toyota Camry. She and I have had our share of wacky adventures, she was severely beat up during the filming of CTU: Provo, and broken into once. Things were still good though, until this last summer. The air conditioning totally failed. This was enough to drive a wedge between us. There were many muttered complains as the sweat oozed down my forehead, and onto my glasses. But now, I regret my words said to her in anger and haste. You see, on Saturday, Mrs. Jones was diagnosed as undriveable. There had been a strange knocking lately whenever I'd hit the brakes, she veer wildly to the side for no reason. I took her to a mechanic and it turns out that she is in need of costly repairs. So costly in fact, that it's been decided that I should rather purchase another car rather than repair Mrs. Jones. So, it looks like the end of another relationship, just before my wedding. So long, Mrs. Jones.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
People often stop me on the street and ask, "Jeff, I find your blog endlessly fascinating. But one thing wraps my mind up in such questions that I am unable to function as a human being. Indeed, I have soiled myself nigh unto eight times this morning alone! I must ask! What industry are you involved in, exactly?" These people I usually kick in the shin or buy them a taco. If they don't know the answer, I'm certainly not going to tell them. Or you. Ha!