after telling me on Tuesday that it should only take 5 hours to repair my car, the Service Guy said yesterday evening that they needed a third day (a mechanic had locked the keys in the car and couldn't get in to drive it into the work bay). displeased, i told him that i needed my car. i haven't been able to drive it for five days. the Service Guy promised to take care of it, then rented a truck for me for a day. a Ford F150. a big truck. a butch truck.

i spent all evening driving around. a truck like that gives you command on the streets. all the little coups and sports cars scatter to get out of your path. all of the little old ladies turn nervously into parking lots. teenagers out cruising the strip worship you. pedestrians flee the sidewalks. stray animals climb trees or run back to the families they abandoned years before. it's a good feeling. one that ends at 5:00pm today. then, it's back to my little Weeniemobile.