The Old Swede
Guys, we have a problem, that is, the best wife I’ve ever had and me. It’s a big problem, not a small thing that can be solved easily. In short, the problem weighs 1.8 tons and grew up in Sweden.
It’s just a car. It has been driven around the world 6 times and it just won’t break down. At the last visit to the garage the mechanic said he was sorry too, but it was really just the brake pads that needed changing and the usual small stuff.
So now I’m thinking, he’s 16 years old, and when he turns 18, he’ll take revenge for all the lack of care, the infrequent showers, the lack of shine, then he’ll want new teeth, new shoes again, a facelift, including around the eyes, and a really long cure.
So I want to send him away so that the other one is annoyed. I want a newer car with half the mileage, plus an automatic and a little more power than 136 hp for almost two tons. It can be 10 years old, I don’t want a toddler, I want it to be able to read and write.
„But I don’t want another one, I like it the way it is!“
No, that’s not what the best wife of all says about me, she means the old Volvo.
„Well,“ I said, „if that’s the case, then I’ll look for exactly the same car, same color, plus automatic and more horses! Then the neighbors won’t even know it’s new. That’s my favorite thing anyway.“
„But why do we need a new car if almost everything stays the same?“
I took away our dog’s chew bone.
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