As I was driving home from my last rehearsal today, it occurred to me that I talk to my car a LOT. This is the older car and it seems to have self-esteem issues. I praise it for starting. I give it a pat on the wheel when it shifts from reverse to forward without incident (which is pretty rare). I thank it when we finally get to the speed limit (mind you, not a sarcastic thanks).
Tonight, I was urging it to savor the gas. Sip at it. Make it really last. It hurts me inside that it costs about $50 to fill up the car. I instantly think of how long I had to work to pay for that tank of gas (surprisingly less than I thought, but still far more than I want).
While talking to the car, I used all manner of analogies. I said to savor that gas like I savor my favorite lattes: drink freely from the first half but sip at that second half as long as you can. Savor that gas like the first shower in the morning: take your time to warm up, but save LOTS for everyone and everything else that will follow. To savor the gas like I savored that gift bottle of tequilla: enjoy the first inch, have someone (oh, like a Mandel) drink the whole bottle and grudgingly enjoy the last inch while wondering aloud where the rest went.
That last example wasn't such a good analogy. I wonder if the word "anal" really is in the word analogy or if I'm misspelling again tonight. The world is full on wonder-ful things...
An Erinku:
bitter
like lemon
like lime
like Erin
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