My Sentence Level Imitation on Unpaved Roads

I especially like Joan, the svelte fortyish hostess, who turns out to be a militant feminist, pulling me aside one day to explain that “men run everything-we don’t have a chance unless we stick together.” Accordingly, she backs me up when I get overpowered on the floor, and in return I give her a chunk of my tips or stand guard while she sneaks off for an unauthorized cigarette break. We all admire her for standing up to Billy and telling him, after some of his usual nastiness about the female server class, to “shut the fuck up.” I even warm up to Billy when, on a slow night and to make up for a particularly unwarranted attack on my abilities, or so I imagine, he tells me about his glory days as a young man at “coronary school” in Brooklyn, where he dated a knockout Puerto Rican chick-or do you say “culinary”(Ehrenreich 21)?

            Pave the roads please, it’s really hard to drive, and it shakes me to death, every time I go over a pothole I say “my mom’s tire-please don’t let something happen to it again.” Usually, the roads will get repaved every spring, but that hasn’t been the case for the past couple of years on my street because now we have potholes all over the place causing tire damage. It takes a lot of money to get a tire replaced now a day, so why can’t the city of Bridgeport accommodate us and say, “making BPT a better place.” If everything goes back on track, then my parents and my neighbors wouldn’t have to worry about their pockets and tires so much, making life easier for them however, I wonder why they stopped paving our roads anyway is it to “save money” if so, then they need to figure something out-or can they really “figure” this out?