"Get me some gas, boy, my
soul
has broken down."
My reaction is instantaneous as I open the tank and insert the pump.
Carefully, I measure how much is needed.
I judge her
soul
to find its weaknesses, I discover what kind of gas will accentuate her needs.
I fill her up.
And then, when her
soul
is purring like a kitten and running smooth, she pulls away.
My own
soul
broke down long ago, so I've nothing left but to sit by the pump and wait for the next customer.
I think she's pulling in now.