Wednesday, February 24, 2016
The Title
When Kels got transferred to an office
further out, he abandoned his bike-nerd
role and bought a car.
A little sensible mini.
Bucky, his old fraternity brother, explained
that he could give him a good deal because
the title was a bit murky. But law had entered
in some complexity, and Kels received a title
document brimming with seals and huge
signatures. Some ribbons, even.
"You’re the owner of the car on file in Harrisburg,
and that’s where it counts."
But Kels loved the document so much he took it
to Bretz the Framer. Who set it up within an
ornately carved number which could have held
Washington and his First Cabinet.
Denise the librarian...thinking of coming
aboard and it, not he, impressed her.
“That’s when things MEANT something!
It’s up to us to make them mean something
today. I’m...pretty conservative, Kels, so if
you’re looking for phony passion and rolls
in the hay, then...?”
Kels lied that he was pretty conservative himself.
Her reflection in the glass fronting all the seals
and ribbons encouraged him greatly.
Labels: Conservative, Law, legality, Ownership, relationship, seals.ribbons, Title
