Musical Missed Connections
Volvo Lover
Missed Connections in Maine
A month ago (or even more) you left a used, but useful alternator on my hood.
It must have happened overnight, because when one of my owners came out to drive me to coffee, it was just there between my blue racing stripes.
You even left a Haynes manual carefully protected from dew in a ziploc bag.
I have always had my share of admirers, but none quite so mysterious and generous.
Who are you?
One Year Ago: Missed Connection in Jersey Shore: Saw Your Spaceship And You Freaked Out
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
This missed connections message from Maine is the first I’ve found written from the perspective of an automobile! True, cars can now tell us how to get to any destination, stop us from backing into objects, and let us know when the tires are low on air so it’s not terribly unimaginable that one day they’ll be sending out messages… If GPS seems like an invasion of privacy what will we do when cars start informing others of our driving habits! “AAAAAHHHH!! She’s driving too fast!!!” “Oh my god! He’s not using the blink-ah!” and “Grown men should not be listening to Miley Cyrus at full volume when children are not present! Officer, pull him over now!”
