25 January 2008

morning, sunshine

too early, chicago.

If women ruled the world, would things make more sense to me?
Would they open the express lanes and ban cell phones, lane changing, and obnoxious taxicab-driving around O'hare.
Would there be a spot for my purse and bottle of water built into every car, instead of a giant gearshaft and a cup holder that doesn't fit anything I own?
Would the inside of my hood light up and come with dipsticks neatly labeled and color-coded?
I mean who wants to feel around inside a dirty hot engine with bare hands, in heels, in the snow? I've done it, builds character, makes me hate life at the time. And men who design such nonsense.