Such blossom in February? The shrub obviously lost sense of what season it is.
The following conversation took place about midnight, after hubby left the car parked on the driveway rather than in the garage and after curious granny couldn’t cope with this state of things any longer.
The door is thrown open. A voice from the darkness of the corridor.
Granny (alarmed): There’s a red light blinking in the car!
Hubby (grumpily): I know.
Granny (insistent): But there’s a red light blinking there!
Hubby (annoyed): It’s the security system.
Granny (suspicious): Is it?
Hubby (disgruntled): Huh.
Granny (disgruntled): Huh.
A snort is heard. The door is slammed closed.
I’ve been studying granny’s behaviour pattern for years and discovered that she uses evading techniques to ask for what she wants. In this case study, she required that the car be put in the garage, but utilised a substitute problem to achieve her aim. She didn’t achieve it, for hubby is male and hence doesn’t take orders unless bribed. I mean, motivated.
To provide some comfort for the poor disgruntled lady, I came up with a series of alternative solutions for the blinking red light case.
1. The car is communicating with aliens.
2. The car elves are having a disco.
3. The car battery is trying to commit suicide.
4. The car is winking at thieves to come in.
5. The car is having a nervous tick.
I’m sure it’s number five because the car hates to be parked on the driveway as much as granny does.
What about your car? Do you know the secret meaning of its blinking red light?
What I love most about my cat Ella is that she loves me back unconditionally. I don’t think that much can be said for most persons.
This is my regular rather than Random Moment in Delight in response to FireBonnet’s eponymous challenge #7.
Love is Godless, God is loveless and everything is as bad as you always suspected.
— A. L. Kennedy