You Can Park Here and Run the Defrosters if You LIke
The morning was clear and there was no wind.
Rushed out of the house, haphazardly scraped the windows free of ice, got in, started the back window defroster and blowers up front to take care of the remainder of my sloppy scraping job, and off I rolled.
One block later, I was like, dang, better crack the left front window, my breath is fogging the glass. Rub-rub the inside of the windshield with my glove. No effect. Whuh? The ice is forming on the outside of the glass in the spaces I scraped before. Double whuh? Moisture in the air is freezing on the windshield as I drive through it.
I rapidly am losing any visuals through the whitening windows, so I signal right and pull off the road in front of someones house. This brings out the owner, a senior with dark blue eyes and a crew cut who comes over to my door, which I open and say, laughing my head off, "I didn't mean to alarm you. I scraped these windows two blocks ago and now look at them! I can't see out!"
He nods. "My backyard thermometer read 8 degrees earlier. I had to run my heater for 20 minutes before I could use my car earlier."
I'm still laughing. "Isn't that weird? I had no idea it was so cold."
He smiles. "I'm from Erie, Pennsylvania."
"Clearly I'm not," I reply.
Rushed out of the house, haphazardly scraped the windows free of ice, got in, started the back window defroster and blowers up front to take care of the remainder of my sloppy scraping job, and off I rolled.
One block later, I was like, dang, better crack the left front window, my breath is fogging the glass. Rub-rub the inside of the windshield with my glove. No effect. Whuh? The ice is forming on the outside of the glass in the spaces I scraped before. Double whuh? Moisture in the air is freezing on the windshield as I drive through it.
I rapidly am losing any visuals through the whitening windows, so I signal right and pull off the road in front of someones house. This brings out the owner, a senior with dark blue eyes and a crew cut who comes over to my door, which I open and say, laughing my head off, "I didn't mean to alarm you. I scraped these windows two blocks ago and now look at them! I can't see out!"
He nods. "My backyard thermometer read 8 degrees earlier. I had to run my heater for 20 minutes before I could use my car earlier."
I'm still laughing. "Isn't that weird? I had no idea it was so cold."
He smiles. "I'm from Erie, Pennsylvania."
"Clearly I'm not," I reply.