| Shane tells of his love... of Daico. |
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Yesterday I started work and afterwards all the 8th grade teachers went out to drink. Wait, I'm ahead of myself, it's actually all about Daico. I don't know how to express my love for Daico. In fact, I didn't even know Daico before last night, except as a mysterious, cute little car. Daico is a company for lushes, drunkards, and the sort. Let's say "Harry" goes out to a bar after work and drinks too much. He can't drive home and if he takes a cab he has to leave his car and find a way back in the morning. Now, Daico has this problem under control. They send two people, usually in an abnormally small car - one person drives your car home, with you as a passenger, and the other guy follows to pick up his partner upon arriving at the drunkard's (your) residence. I don't know why but somewhere along the line I developed an intense infatuation with Daico. If I see it on the street I get all excited and usually yell out something to the effect of, "Fucking yes!! Daico!!" Then sometimes I toot my horn and at other times I just grab onto the steering wheel and with a drop jaw expression and excitedly mumble, "Daico is so fucking cool." One time I was walking, saw Daico, and feeling the urge to spread the love I called my girlfriend and said, "Fucking Daico!! YES!!" Beyond that no explanation was needed, for she knows my love of Daico. Kind of like approaching the object of one's crush, I had always been hesitant to call up, being a virgin to the whole mysterious thing. And then... well, like I mentioned before, I went to drink with the fellow teachers and Daico was included with the bar fee... free for up to 3 kilometers. And then it came, I bid my time and humored people with conversation until the time when I could at last leave the bar drunk and ride off veiled all in Daico. So I get in the car, a bit shy to the whole thing, and then we were off. The Daico man - fucking classic, the black polo shirt and perfectly combed hair. Like a fucking mannequin, with a sense of dignity about him, but all the while still knowing that his job is shit. And yours truly, I start getting a little excited, but only because I wanted to yell out "Yes, fucking yes!!!" The way I fucking love Daico and the way it's so fucking cool! And my hands were fidgety and I started to smile a bit about the whole situation, feeling as though the laughter would explode through. |