So my son and I go for a walk (usually several) every day. It's nice. He usually falls asleep in his Baby Bjorn, and I listen to This American Life, or some such, on my ipod.
Sometimes these walks are very early in the morning.
A few days ago, on one such early morning walk, we strolled past an automotive shop I must have walked by several hundred times.
And I completely misread its sign.
The incident, of course, inspired a sort of Americanized haiku.
Tired eyes first glance lies.
"Electra Tune," Riley--not