Will,
As an occasionally gravitationally challenged person myself, I take
umbrage (if that's what you do with umbrage) at the idea that a person of
ample size trying to fit into a car obviously designed for those
experiencing life-long anorexia is risible. I tried out the cockpit of a
very nice Spitfire at a local car dealer, only to find my left arm
pinioned to my side when the door was shut. At least a TC allows those
parts that won't fit in to hang out.
Do you sit there, milk dribbling out of the corner of your mouth, and yuk
it up at the sight of a thin man entering a Lincoln Towncar? I thought not!
Masticate enough of your sugar enhanced grain byproduct, moistened with 4%
butterfat bovine extract, and you'll be ululating out of the other side of
your oral orifice.
Ray Gibbons Dept. of Molecular Physiology & Biophysics
Univ. of Vermont College of Medicine, Burlington, VT
gibbons@northpole.med.uvm.edu (802) 656-8910
On Thu, 17 Nov 1994, Will Zehring wrote:
> Fellow fiends:
>
> I think I spied an MG TC in one of what I believe are a series of medium-low
> budget late '40s "who dunnit" flicks, going by the general name of "The
> Fatman." That is; "The Fatman in Singapore" or "The Fatman Plays Baseball."
> I was masticating my daily intake of mass consumable cereal byproduct
> suspended in bovine nurturant this morning, sitting dull-faced in front of
> the orthocon tube watching one of these "films." The fat man (our hero)
> steps out of a swank mid-town hotel and tries to squeeze into this cute
> little period sports car. Bingo, I says to meself, that cute little period
> sports car is a TC! This vignette, this chance encounter, only enhanced the
> ardor in my breast for this car! The joke, supposedly, is that the fat man,
> being fat, has some trouble doing the squeezing. Well, to make a long story
> short, he makes it, starts the car and drives off, with numerous pedestrians
> smiling at the simple pleasures in life. Anyone out there an expert in these
> fine films?
>
>
> Will "Can I go now?" Zehring
>
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