Tag: Nami

Last night I go out in the garage looking for Nami. She’s in the driveway, under the hood of her car, wearing the headlamp that I use for night bbqing.
“What’s up?” I said.
“I’m changing my headlight,” she says. Fiddling with the back of the light, trying to get it off. “Who knows the last time it was changed,” she says, fiddling more.
“Can I help you?” I said.  Inching closer.  I’m like a politician, I come for the groundbreaking and then again for the ribbon cutting.
She looked up at me. With the lamp, it was blinding.  She had a look on her face.
“You can go inside because you are bothering me,” she said.
I squinted, glad to be relieved.  A few minutes later she came back inside, job done.