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[phosfate]

Called Mechanic Matt. They found my car parts. "We're gonna start on it this afternoon. So in the next day or so..."

Mechanic Matt, in the grand Midwestern tradition, does not finish sentences. I'm hoping this means it's because his brain is all full up with car knowledgement. So in the next day or so, elephants will be in the park across the street. In the next day or so, I'm leaving for Arizona. In the next day or so, the saucers are landing.

(One of my co-workers somehow speaks without beginning sentences. "...in the storeroom." Asking for clarification does not help. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the thing I'm making up as an excuse. Could you repeat that?" gets you a slightly louder "...in the storeroom." "Oh.")

The local busses, by the way, now have a vending system that gives paper change. You give the busbot two singles, and it ejects a paper card good for 25 cents on your next ride. It also has a Suicide Booth computer voice that announces when the bus passes a time point: "Thirty-third and L streets. You are now dead. Printing receipt."

Comments

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

But does it give you your choice of suicide? Quick and painless or slow and horrible?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Clumsy bludgeoning, please!

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

Ah, a classic.

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

If your mechanic and your co-worker got together, I bet they'd have the most awesome conversations.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

"...DVR so we don't miss it."
"My favorite is that one where..."
"...what?"
"What..."

[wolfy-writing.livejournal.com]

What would happen if you got the guy who only uses the beginnings of sentences and the guy who only uses the end of sentences to have a conversation?

And I counted your "oh my dear fucking god i'm going to die" tags. You're either slightly inaccurate or a undecuple-zombie by now. (Yes, I did look up the word undecuple.)

[cyprinella]

My mother does the no ends of sentences thing, and then expects me to have read the end of the sentence out of her mind because she'll insist later that she totally told me.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

>.<

They. All. Do. That.

"That was back when we had the farm. And..."
*10 seconds pass*
"And?"
"What?"
"What happened after you had the farm?"
"Oh. That's all."
"STABBY!"

[viedma.livejournal.com]

I do that too! In fact, there was this one time...

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

I have somehow developed the annoying habit of trailing off the ends of my sentences (when speaking) and I have to be constantly VIGILANT to stop myself. Gah! I've become the thing I want to smack.

Meanwhile, in YOUR issue-bucket... I hope your mechanic fixes better than he speaks. Your example endings cracked me the hell up, too, btw.

I want to know the weirdness of this bus-o-tronic experience. Dang. Sounds so creepy-cool. Do you get a receipt for dying? Wow. Efficient and some junk.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

This morning it said, "Rogue robots. Caution. Rogue Robots. Caution."

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

I am so creeped out, and yet jealous. Did it actually PRODUCE rogue robots? 'cause, I'm coming to your town if so; can't miss that.