thank you big guy
Hard to believe now that it’s a relatively balmy 42 degrees out right now, but everything was iced over this morning, including my trusty Mazda. There was a lot of ice on my windshield, and the defroster didn’t do the trick in time, considering I was already running late. In fact it must be said the defroster didn’t work at all.
I took a bottled water and threw it on the windshield, which I guess every stupid person from Florida does at least once in their lifetime, only to find this actually encouraged ice formation on the windshield and then I couldn’t see out of the g%&damned thing at all.
So I did what I usually do in this situation: act like a brat and throw my keys on the trunk, while running around the driveway acting like an idiot, despite the fact that only a bemused 3-year old is paying attention. But, see, the trunk was very icy too, so my keys went skidding across the trunk & flew over to the embankment at the edge of the driveway. It’s basically a 25-foot cliff lined with three-inch thorns. And the Mazda key on it is the only one in existence. But after only a few panic-stricken seconds I saw my little Bi-Lo Bonus tag on my keyring sticking up out of the frozen grass, just a few inches from a nasty drop down the embankment to the frozen creek. So I think after a lifetime of agnosticism I may believe in God now.
I took a bottled water and threw it on the windshield, which I guess every stupid person from Florida does at least once in their lifetime, only to find this actually encouraged ice formation on the windshield and then I couldn’t see out of the g%&damned thing at all.
So I did what I usually do in this situation: act like a brat and throw my keys on the trunk, while running around the driveway acting like an idiot, despite the fact that only a bemused 3-year old is paying attention. But, see, the trunk was very icy too, so my keys went skidding across the trunk & flew over to the embankment at the edge of the driveway. It’s basically a 25-foot cliff lined with three-inch thorns. And the Mazda key on it is the only one in existence. But after only a few panic-stricken seconds I saw my little Bi-Lo Bonus tag on my keyring sticking up out of the frozen grass, just a few inches from a nasty drop down the embankment to the frozen creek. So I think after a lifetime of agnosticism I may believe in God now.