Arrr! Waymo's ghostly carriages be honkin' like a banshee, keepin' the whole port awake, matey!
2024-08-14
Arrr, in the waning days of July, Waymo be plundering a parking lot by two fancy dwellings in San Fran, layin’ anchor for their idle ships. But lo! A cacophony erupted, makin’ the scallywags clutch their ears like a parrot with a bellyache!
Arrr, matey! In the wanin' days of July, the scallywags at Waymo be strikin' a deal with a landlubber to commandeer a park’n lot just outside two mighty fine San Francisco dwellin’s. They be settin’ their automated chariots to idle like they be waitin' fer a fine wench to come aboard. But lo and behold! Chaos be brewin’ in the air!As them machines revved their engines like a crew o' rum-soaked sailors on a treasure hunt, the din they made could wake Davy Jones himself! The good folk in the nearby towers, bless their souls, found themselves sufferin' from a cacophony of mechanical growls and clankin', like a ship in battle against a cursed kraken. “Me ears be bleedin’!” cried one landlady, clutchin' her cat as if it were a prized doubloon.
The ruckus, it be too much to bear! So, what did those Waymo rogues do? Did they heave anchor and sail away? Nay! They simply took to shuttin' their engines down, hopin’ to silence the uproar. Aye, a lesson learned in the art of quietude, or they be walkin’ the plank! Now if only they could find a way to make them cars a bit more like a gentle breeze on the high seas! Arrr!