Fast Car
I was driving to work last night and I was passed by a flaming red porsche. It flew by me, in my little compact car, like I was sitting still. I was angry, but then I was thinking that if I need someone to work on my little car, that I can get anyone to do it for me. If his fancy car breaks, then he is in a bind. Because who can work on one, I am sure not many people. I imagine he has to go for quite a trip when he needs something as simple as porsche service. What a mess.
