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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (30233)	6/28/1999 5:57:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

<<One of your best! You are a treasure.>> Been drinking? <<I made Dan come in and read it.>> Well, that's embarrassing. He probly wants you off line for good now. You shouldn't tell me if you do that. You know what happens when you poke an anemone, right? <<you just have no idea what you're doing.....do you?>> Well; that's what I hear the most. Usually from my techie, and mechanic. That reminds me of one time when MJ and I were first married (oh! the many years ago!) and we had her car, and we went to get her car fixed. A white '64 Galaxie, with column shift; a Utah college girl's car; the one we hit the deer with. I was worried about money. I always am, it seems. They take the car in there, wrest it from me after an adjustment period, and they're working on it for a quite a while, and I'm wondering what they found, oh dear; and the longer they work the more scared I get. Cars (ANY machines) ~ they always seem to cost me a lot, of money, a lot. Finally the guy comes out, like the surgeon with a frown, and says to me, Mr Nervous Papa: "Your car needs some parts." You must understand Paul, and his leetle brain; and the way it works or doesn't, to get this; and the way he worries about things coming to get him; but Pablito says, in a little alert of panic, "Why! What's missing?" The guy was struck dumb. "Uhh..... Well........nothing. Sir." (MJ is looking at me out of the corner of my eye; agape. Hell, her Dad's a mechanic.) They look at each other. "Sir, stuff wears out."