Friday, September 5, 2008

Who Boy....Stuck For Something To Say

Don't you hate it when you vapor-lock at a particular point in the day?

Vapor-lock is a quaint term used way back in the day when those old fashioned non-digital pumps used to grace your local gas station. Basically, you're standing at the pump pumping your gas on an extremely warm and humid day, when all of sudden the output trickles down to dribble. You go to complain to the attendant and chances are, he's a smart-ass like me, and tells you rather snottily that its running slow like that because the pump is scraping the bottom of the tank and you're pumping sludge into your tank because the filters are clogged.

Well, at this precise moment, I'm suffering from vapor-lock. Beyond posting my limit of one page of story, I can't think of anything else to say. I wanted to spout off on chat rooms, but I couldn't come up with anything.


I'll try tomorrow to come up with something a bit more tangible than defining "vapor lock" for everyone.

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