My backside and the upholstery of my car's driver's seat have an intimate relationship.
They spend hours in each others company.
They move together with synchronicity.
And have moulded to each other's needs.
Although sometimes arriving numb at our destination,
My bottom is relieved to fall into the relative softness of the seat's padding,
On the return jouirney.
The comparisons made between wear and tear on the car,
The hundreds of thousands of kilometres registered on the odometer,
Could similarly be made on wear and tear on my sedentary bum,
I am sure that its flat spots and lack of tone could be attributed to this.
Perhaps my bottom requires a 400,000km service,
And I should take a long walking holiday.
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