Irony for Dummies

So I'm cranky and over-worked and under-slept and not at all ready  to be amused by life, and I've been that way for a good long time  now.  Life, apparently, realizes this and has decided to take some  of the subtlety out of its approach.

It's late -- again -- and I'm driving home after an exhausting day  of not getting my project done -- again -- when one of those sleek  new electric cars zooms by.  It's a cool ice-blue and shaped like a  torpedo and just about screams, "Out of my way, you fossil-fuel  burning weenie; I'm on my way to the future!"  The  sunset-and-palmtree California license plate reads SMOG LES.

And it's strapped to the back of a ancient, smoke-belching flatbed  truck, apparently on its way to wherever you can get those sleek  new electric cars fixed.

 



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