I don't like sewing machines. I don't understand how a needle with a thread going through the tip of it can interlock the thread by jamming itself into a little goddamn spool. It's contrary to nature and it irritates me.
The hours spool out like a ribbon I can't find the end of.
On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.
You might be a redneck if your coffee table used to be a telephone cable spool.