Empathy

I used to be a mechanic. I was so good. I could coax a car into repairing a seemingly undiagnosable problem simply by talking to it sympathetically. I was sacked. They said I couldn’t communicate with people.

I’m now a computer operator. My computer is beautiful. I take her, my computer is most definitely a she, home every night. I live in the attic at my parents house. My father converted it. It has a separate entrance. I think my parents are a little mad. I would marry my computer but I think it might push them over the edge.