If there were a remedial class for life skills, I would be in it. I'll be darned if I don't like doing quadratic equations in my spare time, but really, they have never helped me in real life. I wish instead of learning advanced algebra, my math teacher sat me down and told me the following:
Do not wash your car in -9 degree weather.
I am unemployed, as you all know, which means that I have very little contact with the outside world that is not through my computer. The other day (the last day I was outside) it hit 36 degrees. This high was after a prolonged single digit chill that lasted about two weeks. I figured that it would continue to be relatively warm out. I was wrong.
I decide, at 6 a.m., after dropping Eric off at work, to do something nice for him. I decided to wash his car for him. The car looked almost gray from all the salt on it (it's naturally dark blue) and I thought to myself "Heck, that would be an awful nice thing to do for him."
And it was. Awful, that is. Because I learned something else in this little process - car washes are not heated. They do not use heated water. Or, at least, the one by me doesn't.
So now, the car is white. There's a layer of water, then a layer of soap, then another layer of water, then a layer of wax, then a layer of spot-free rinse on that car. And they all froze. It's like a soapy seven layer salad out there.
And when I got home, I was trapped in the car, because the door had frozen shut. It truly was the gift that kept on giving.
Saturday it is supposed to be 48 degrees in Chicagoland. So I guess I will be heading back and trying this all over again. You know, assuming I can open the doors of the car before then.
SURPRISE ERIC!
I once tried to organize my husband's office. You know the due dates on bills? Yeah, well he thought they were recommendations in the first place, but after I rearranged his office, well, we had some late fees to put it politely. *sighs* I can't even get in there to dust now. I just close the door if anyone comes over.
ReplyDeleteit's the thought that counts...right?
ReplyDeleteokay, pictures would make this infinitely better. i mean, i'm just trying to imagine what would go through my head if i saw this on the street.
ReplyDeleteJess- oh man if I had a digital camera, you do not even know how many pictures of this I would have. Stupid lack of job!
ReplyDeleteThis Buddy of Mine- Apparently not. Doing it correctly is what counts. Or at least that is what I am told.
Nina- This is why Eric is going to get a "Man Cave" when we move (aka the garage) mostly because I can just close the door and lock it and no one can know what is in there.
lol. ah the life of the unemployed hermit. I had a similar situation yesterday when I actually left my house for the first time in weeks. I used my windshield wipers to remove the piles of streaky salt on my window, and now i have frozen blue salty streaks down my window instead
ReplyDeleteSee - I overthought the salt, and that seems to be my biggest problem - I over think things.
ReplyDeleteOh, Enna, I tried that. My YCU has a whole basement the full length of our house to play in, work in, be nekkid in, fart in, whatever his little heart desires. Does he use it? Haayell no. I am still finding car parts, power tools, hammers, nails, glue, duct tape, etc all over my damn house. God knows what he does on my dining room table when I'm not looking.
ReplyDeleteDAMMIT! That was my secret plan! My ace up my sleeve! Well, screw that then, I am buying a car and parking in there!!!
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