My now neglected, because it's older and providing a metaphor for the cruelties of this life, car spent its weekend in the work garage.  Later, though, it was let out and cruising right into a Blockbuster parking lot.

I have no idea how long it had been there, maybe minutes, maybe days, but upon exiting the video store, I spied this artifact with my little eye.  Jammed into my grill and sticking out like a bad double-oh seven, Bond James Bond, outtake from Q's lab. [newline] [image:4264:l][newline] [image:4266:l][newline]

My bug is tricked out for logging.