An “Uplyfting” Day in the Garage

On Sunday, I was in my garage trying to repair the garage door. It was a dirty, greasy project, leaving me covered in dust and cobwebs, and looking vaguely like an 18th century chimney sweep.

As I was opening the garage door for seemingly the 100th time, I noticed a car slow down in front of my house. The driver rolled down her window, and her eyes widened significantly as she looked at me.

“Is it you?” she asked, apprehensively.

“Is me what?” I said, puzzled, as bead of grease dripped off of my nose.

“Are you waiting for a Lyft?”

“Oh. No, I’m not,” I replied, then dusted a sticky cobweb from my shirt. I went back to my repairs.

Her eyes immediately relaxed, and she started slowly driving away. As she drove further from the house, I heard her shout to herself, “Whew! Thank god!”