There’s a spider in my car. I saw it for the first time last week, and then I didn’t see it for a few days, so I thought it was dead. Then I saw it again last night on my drive home, running around my windshield like it owned the thing.
After driving like a maniac for two miles on the highway, I pulled over to a gas station. The spider ducked into some hidden spot. I walked into the gas station mart and declared to the clerk, “I have a spider in my car.” The clerk stared back at me, so I continued, “Do you have any material that can make it go away.”
The clerk looked at some oil, and then shook his head. I politely thanked him for his efforts and charged out the door, hoping I would catch the spider peeking out of her hiding spot. She remains elusive. Should I find her, I will escort her out of my car.
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