The water cycle happens, landlord
The other day I was scraping ice off my car in the parking lot of my apartment when my landlord drove by. Now, my car has a leak in it, so sometimes the inside of all the windows get ice on them, too. So he sees me scraping ice with a door open and he yells out his window, 'What happen?'
When someone yells something out a car window at you, you've got about five syllables to make your point. After that, your response is too complicated and nobody listens to you.
With that said, I couldn't yell, 'My car has a leak and allows cold air into my car so I have to scrape ice off the inside.' He'd start driving away before I'm halfway done saying that.
'What happen?'
'My car has a leak and allows -'
'OK BYE!'
'Shit.'
Our exchange could have gone like this:
Landlord: 'What happen?'
Me: (I shrug and look at my car) 'The water cycle.'
Landlord: 'Oh, ok.'
(work.)
When someone yells something out a car window at you, you've got about five syllables to make your point. After that, your response is too complicated and nobody listens to you.
With that said, I couldn't yell, 'My car has a leak and allows cold air into my car so I have to scrape ice off the inside.' He'd start driving away before I'm halfway done saying that.
'What happen?'
'My car has a leak and allows -'
'OK BYE!'
'Shit.'
Our exchange could have gone like this:
Landlord: 'What happen?'
Me: (I shrug and look at my car) 'The water cycle.'
Landlord: 'Oh, ok.'
(work.)
Labels: awkward, cars, dialogue, landlord, water cycle, winter
posted by Henry at 7:14 AM
2 Comments:
Thanks for Sharing! As nature's diligent tenant, the water cycle persists, ever-changing and eternal, while the master of life's sustenance watches in admiration as the cycle endures. Regards: Cash for Cars Gold Coast
Well In the ever-repeating water cycle, droplets dance from sky to earth and back, a synchronized rhythm of life's liquid symphony. Meanwhile, abandoned cars stand as forgotten tenants on the landlord's vast, rusty canvas, bearing witness to the passage of time.
Landlord for old Cash for Cars Ipswich, the junkyard stands tall, where memories rest and rust spreads its sprawl.
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