I haven’t talked to Pathetic Bob in a while, and I wanted to tell him about my new car, so I rustled the leaves on the potted plant next to my desk. In just a few moments, he came channeling through.
“Hey Em, you been on vacation or something. I haven’t been able to get ahold of you?”
“Sorry about that,; I’ve been a little despondent because I haven’t been able to drive since they suspended my license last year. Bur, good news, I got my license reinstated, and I bought a new car,” I said.
“That’s right, you blacked out and totaled your Mercedes, and they snagged your license til your docttors would sign off on you being able to drive, right?”
This kinda irritated me, but I said, “Yeah, but now I’ve been cleared by the Department of Public Safety’ medical review board.”
“Well, good for you, although I’m not sure how good it is for the other people on the road.”
“Thanks Bob, for the vote of confidence. Anyway, I’m cleared so I went and bought a car. To be honest, it was Mrs. Em who bought the car. It wasn’t the one I wanted, but she was determined that it was.”
Bob sighed. “How many car dealers did you go to,” he inquired.
“One,” I replied.
“How many cars did you test drive?”
I sighed this time. “One.”
“An this is the one you bought, right?”
“It’s the one.”
“Well just what kinda car is it, an Infinity, a Lexus or another Mercedes?”
I said, “No, none of those, although I did see an Infinity I liked, but Mrs. Em said I didn’t. I had originally wanted a truck, and they had a Toyota Tundra at a pretty good price, but Mrs. Em told me I didn’t like it either.”
“So, she can read your mind?”
“I certainly hope not. Anyway, she pointed to a little white coupe with a spoiler on the back. ‘This car you like’ she told me.”
“So, it must be one of those sporty Italaian jobs?”
“You’re not even close. It’s a 2006 Nissan Sentra.”
I could hear Bob giggling, “I know Mrs. Em drives a 2014 Nissan Alttima, which is a way cool car. Now, you’re driving it’s 11-year-old brother that looks as appealing as a frog with pimples. How did you let this happen.?”
“It’s complex Bob, very complex. Mrs. Em is very complex, and gets the better of me all the time. But, hey, it’s got a spoiler on the back.
“No Em, you had a spoiler right in front of you. I know, Mrs.Em is complex.