He showed up out of nowhere and asked me to change his oil
but life isn’t that convenient, and normally I would—
“No way!”
—that’s what I’d like to say, but since I’ve ended up living in Nagoya now,
I can’t help it.
Was it a Voyager?
It’s got two drain plugs and I have to pull from the collector anyway,
and then I realized
“I’m leaving it here today! Heading off to the wedding reception after-party—see you!”
That’s dirty!
