In The Driver’s Seat (REM/ROM?)

“Er … am … er … ahmm …”

Evidently, my last plea had fallen on deaf ears. Could Mack have been going like this all day, that my night’s sleep should be so assailed?

“Jeez!!! If you can’t shut up, at least find something else to say, willya??”

“Er … what?”

“You’ve been groaning like that for … forever! Like a stuck record!

“What’s that?”             

“(Hrrr …) In the 1900s – before cassettes and CDs and iPods and digital recording – music was recorded on magnetic tape reels, pressed onto vinyl discs – called records. One of these records would be put into a unit called a record player. This player had a turntable which spun the record, and a metal arm with a needle which rested on the spinning disc and provided connection to a speaker. And you got sound! Sometimes, though, the needle got stuck at one point …”

“Ah! Repeat! Repeat! Repeat!”

“You got it! You got It! You got it!”

“So that’s what I’ve been doing!”

“Exactly. And driving me up a wall with it!”

“I got it! I got it! I got it!”

“Glad you did. Now may I go back to sleep?”

“Not that! I got what I’m going to do!”

“Oh, ohhh …”

“I’m going to manufacture my own trucks. Online!”

“Whaaattt??”

“I’m starting my own online truck company. It’ll be the rage of cyberspace!!!”

“Now you’re off the deep end!”

“Not the deep end, for sure. But I’m off!”

“To an asylum, for sure!”

“Nah. Taking a bite out of The Big Apple.”

“Dat is where you ‘got it?’ Where you ‘got’ your ‘inspiration?’”

“Indeed!”

“And what would that ‘inspiration’ be …?”

“i-Mack!”

“Lawdy.”