MAINT REQ’D
I'm not sure when, exactly, but my car's service light came on. Yellow, unblinking, it budged in front of everything else jockeying for my brain's space, and cleared its throat. I wonder how long it had been waiting for me to notice. "Maintenance required," it warned me in a low voice. Or, more accurately: MAINTREQ'D "Shhhhh," I replied, "I'm very busy. And I don't want…