The Morning Chair
My greatest disappointment this morning, after pounding keys yesterday, and then posting the preceding laborious story, comes from within the confines of my very own Comment section. Two, actually. No, wait: there are three!
The first is the failure of anyone to show any knowledge of what a Morris Garage might be. Darn. That hurt me bad. After all that effort, too. Cut far into and beyond the common quick, what or wherever that might be located. I can envision lots of blood, not to mention rent clothing.
Two is a trifle. Blogger is acting the unruly and discordant bitch today. I tried deleting one mistake-riddled reply I made, only to have her start prattling on in another world while ignoring my wish altogether. I tried asking nice repeatedly, but she snipped back, after a longish wait on my part, “I did that already!” Well, she lied to me, dammit. Or she lives somewhere in denial of truth. Or maybe she comes from a long line of auto mechanics.
(I considered seeking out a lawyer for counsel, but lawyers are another bag of wet worms)
Then three is the blunder itself; the unloved and perspicuous typo.
Hello, everybody. It is a nice sunny day here in Hoohooville. Enjoy the drive.