Somehow this reminds me of a coffee shop in a red brick building that I used to go to in Seattle.
I like to think that she’s lying in wait for our auto mechanic. He ran up a bunch of expensive parking tickets* when we gave him our car and moved overseas for work.
My first thought: Oh, neat, streetlamp maintenance pegasus.
Second thought: Wait, that’s just a candle.
Third thought: That’s not a screwdriver. That’s not a screwdriver at all.
I like to think that she’s lying in wait for our auto mechanic. He ran up a bunch of expensive parking tickets* when we gave him our car and moved overseas for work.
Edited
she’s here for a different kind of maintenance. Political maintenance, one might say.
Second thought: Wait, that’s just a candle.
Third thought: That’s not a screwdriver. That’s not a screwdriver at all.