One more stint in Longview.

Car of "choice": the evil Chevrolet Malibu. I can imagine the test rider for the Malibu having a right leg about 8 to 12 inches shorter than the left. My knee runs right into the ignition–not on the steering column, on the dash to the right of the wheel. It has the get-up-and-go of a drunk hamster. Some cars hide their speed; this car makes you feel you’re doing 55 while you're doing 35. I recommend this for those drivers in Louisiana and Houston.

Food of "choice": the slightly less evil Jack-in-the-Box. I should have just starved. I got the "Diner's Deal" where I got the chicken sandwich on a sourdough bun with curly fries. Bad idea. The fries were cold with no seasoning, and the chicken could not be cut with human teeth. Upon my attempt, it slid out of the bun lubricated by a liberal dose of mayonnaise. The antenna ornament must have been consolation in advance. It might look good as a hood ornament. On someone else's car.

Finishing a controversial book soon; perhaps I'll have the book report tomorrow.


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