Lifetime Brakes
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When grandpa and I took his car for a spin,
he often boasted to me about
the good deal he got by paying the shop
for a lifetime guarantee on his brakes.
But one day we came flying down Skyline Drive
off the Blue Ridge Mountains and I felt
the brake pedal depress under my foot
like a worn-out cushion. Something was wrong.
"I think you might need to get your brakes checked."
I said, as the car barely responded
to my frantic effort at slowing us.
"Lifetime brakes!" He shouted emphatically.
"Grandpa," I pleaded. "I'm not sure that means
they're going to last the rest of your life."
.
When grandpa and I took his car for a spin,
he often boasted to me about
the good deal he got by paying the shop
for a lifetime guarantee on his brakes.
But one day we came flying down Skyline Drive
off the Blue Ridge Mountains and I felt
the brake pedal depress under my foot
like a worn-out cushion. Something was wrong.
"I think you might need to get your brakes checked."
I said, as the car barely responded
to my frantic effort at slowing us.
"Lifetime brakes!" He shouted emphatically.
"Grandpa," I pleaded. "I'm not sure that means
they're going to last the rest of your life."
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