Assignment 12 -- Andrew Thompson

     Oh, I guess it's that time of the day again. You know, he could maybe give a bit more warning before rudely waking me up to the sound of the garage door. Oof, easy there, you don't have to slam me so hard, bud, I have feelings to. As usual, when I start up I'll give that weird groaning sound. And as usual, he will make that weird face when he can't figure out what is wrong. There are specialists for these kind of issues, you know. A car needs to be serviced, too. Aaaaand off we go. The same route as always. I've been 130,000 miles around this earth and the last 1,000 have all been to and from this same building. As we arrive I give a wave to the usual suspects already lined up on the hill. I join them soon after, and might I add, this guy sucks at parking. He throws his tinfoil wrappers on my floorboard and leaves, not even a goodbye. I shouldn't expect anything more, that ungrateful little twerp. And now I wait. Eight more hours until any more action, with only the other cars to keep me company while I am glued to this spot on the road.