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Meet the
Columnist
Columnist, Sheila
Moss, is a free-lance writer from Tennessee. She writes
funny stuff about southern life, women's issues, family
matters and anything else that she finds amusing.
She is
seen weekly in the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal and Hill
Country Times and
appears in a monthly humor publication called Foolish
Times. She has written for Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books have recently published a number of her
articles in their Let There Be Laughter series of
books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous other publications, both print and online.
She is a board member and the Web
Editor of Columnists.com, website of the National Society of Newspaper
Columnists, the
oldest and largest professional organization
for news columnists. She is also the Web Editor of
Southern
Humorists.com as well as a founder of the Southern Humorists writers
organization and this website, Humor
Columnist.com.
To carry her self- syndicated weekly column in your
newspaper, or
to republish an
article, please contact her. It's that easy.
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New Car or New Toy?.... |
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New Car or New
Toy?
There
is no point in arguing with a man when he gets that
"I-want-a-new-car" gleam in his eye.
My man got that gleam in his eye nearly two months ago. By now, it is no
longer a gleam, but more like a laser beam.
All the usual excuses came up as to why he had to have a new car now,
right now, today - yesterday -- if possible.
"It needs new tires."
Not good enough, I thought.
"The inside light doesn't work right."
You've got to be kidding.
"The mechanic said that the only way he could fix the noise is with
a $3,000 repair."
That one got my attention. Of course, it was running just fine anyhow,
and we were still driving it every day like always.
Finally, the clincher: "It has over 100,000 miles on it!"
Oh, my goodness, 100,000 miles? It could explode into a cloud of hot
gases any day now and leave us sitting on the road in a puddle of oil.
As I said, there is no point in arguing when a man wants a new car. To
make matters even worse, his brother works at a car dealership and can
get him a "deal".
There were numerous automotive conversations with his brother on the
phone. The kind of new car we were getting changed with every
conversation, depending on what was in stock. Each time we saw a car on
the road that was similar to the "car of the hour," he would
point it out.
"It's like that one, except it is blue." Or "It is like
that one, except it is bigger."
"Don't you want to help pick it out?" he asked.
He would get what he wanted anyhow.
He came home with something entirely different from anything we
discussed, loaded down with every toy ever invented by a demented
Detroit engineer. Besides the usual CD player, heated seats, and
automatic everything, this electronic marvel has a Global Positioning
System (GPS), and a DVD player.
"Don't you love it?" he asked excitedly. "Look what it
can do!"
We got in and went for an ego trip. GPS is another word for NAG I found
out.
"Turn left at the next corner," said the GPS digital voice.
"Go one quarter of a mile, stay right, and merge onto the
highway."
"I said stay RIGHT."
"Make a legal U-turn and turn around!"
"You missed it!"
"Make a right turn at the next corner. Now make another right turn.
Now turn right again and go left at the next corner."
"What is the matter with you? I said turn LEFT!" The system is
recalculating. "At this rate you will never get where you are
going!"
He just wanted to see what it would do. Men and their toys.
I wish it could say something like: "Don't stop at this gas
station. There is one with a lower price in half a mile." Or, if it
could give us the location of all the Cracker Barrels, that would be
useful. But that stupid GPS won't even let you pull off the road for a
rest stop without going into a tizzy.
Who needs this stuff? Now that we have it, he seldom uses it. We don't
go many places that we need directions to find.
And the DVD player? Well, we didn't have any DVD's to play. Besides, you
can't sit in the back seat and watch a movie while driving anyhow.
But, he has his new toy and he is happy. His brother is happy. The
salesman is very happy.
So, why complain?
I've learned at least one thing from the GPS. If things don't go your
way, just recalculate and go on.
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Copyright 2007 Sheila Moss
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Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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