Backseat Driver
By suave ~ Michael J. Solender
God, how he loved his new car. The smell. The engine. The slick sun roof. Since his divorce he was free to spend his money any way he wanted with nobody, namely his ex, bitching at him.
He was so excited at the dealer he didn’t take the time to listen and learn how to work the GPS. What could be so difficult? You flip it on, you put in an address and it tells you where to go.
There was something about the female voice on the GPS that creeped him out, though. It reminded him of his ex and the way she always ragged at him while he was driving.
Nothing he did was ever right. She had to navigate, tell him when to speed up, slow down, where to turn, stop and get gas. Each time he adjusted the GPS to the male voice, it switched back to “her” and her whiny, nasally drone.
The damn thing even had her name; Susan.
“This isn’t going to work, Susan.” he said at the red light, reaching over to shut her off.
“Don’t you dare touch that,” she said in the bitchy tone he remembered all too well, “You better start listening to me now if you have any interest at all in getting where you’re going!”
(c) 2009, Author Michael J. Solender
So many of us know, flow and grow along with soul of Solender, where the best is always yet to be. With dash and dazzle, plus non-elusive razzamatazzle, he's host of the most, as Sir NOT'tingHam from his castle post at the famously infamous "NOT From Here, Are You?" site to cite. He's more, much more than that. A writer's friend, supportive to no end. A talent on his own destined rise, so varied in genre, a success of every potential guise. Yes, he's GOT NOT, along with a talented promoter-dame copywriter who likes to mention such.
Read Michael, need Michael, have him over and feed Michael ~ just don't believe his golf score and the links action tales of the ones which got away. Wait - wrong metaphor - ask him, though. He'll write you the way it rolls, where the grass is always greener.
THANKS MJ for showcasing up AT THE BIJOU your characteristic catching sigh in the wry with the lovely Jelena. I know she doesn't fill out Mongo Mike's shoes, but she wears heels that he can't fit into either . . . and she knows how to use them.
~ Absolutely*Kate and the staff renown, AT THE BIJOU
