I've been fast-tracked for idiot of the month
I will grant you that we here in the Midwest have not gotten nearly the same amount of snow that some of our unfortunate east-coast brethren (and sisthren?) have. Indeed, it rained pretty much non-stop of all Tuesday. The problem with that, however, is that temperatures have not gotten above freezing since, and so all that wonderful rain has frozen solid. On my car.
Yesterday was reading day on campus, which is the day before finals start. There are no classes this day and therefore every organization on campus decides to hold some sort of meetings on this day. I was lucky and only had one to attend. My girlfriend, on the other hand, was less than fortunate we'll say. But I digress.
I had to attend a meeting/Christmas party off campus, and therefore had to get into my car. Of course, I walk out to my car a few minutes before I'm supposed to be there as I always would. Normally this isn't a problem. Of course, normally my car isn't totally covered in ice. The first step in cleaning off the car is of course to get in the car.
Problem.
The driver's side doors were totally covered in ice, so I after kicking the door for a while (a wonderful example where violence is the solution) I am finally able to get in. The next step in cleaning off the car is to get it started and turn on every defrost option you have. Yes, it wastes gas, but it expedites the clean off process. Many people forget this, so I gave myself a little self-congratulatory high five (more difficult than it sounds) and looked for the ice scraper.
Problem.
I can't find it. It isn't in the car. I get out of the car, with it still running, and contemplate my options. I could go ask one of these random people scraping off their car if I could borrow theirs... or... I could check the trunk. I will grant you that the trunk is a bad place for an ice scraper but I figured it was worth a look. Of course to get into the trunk I had to get through the ice. This wasn't as bad as the handle for the trunk is really solid as opposed to the door handle which I feared I would break off with my massive muscles! (Think Austrian accent.) I finally get into the trunk and find that, lo and behold, there is the ice scraper.
I'm an idiot.
Thus I set off to work the on the driver's side window and the rear window. That took a while. As I'm scraping diligently I'm leaning against the car adjacent to mine. It is then that I notice that this car has no ice on it. Huh. They must have taken care of that earlier that day. I continue with my scraping and then move to the passenger side. Huh. This side doesn't have any ice on it. The wind must have been blowing the rain on the other side. I get in my car, which is by now nice and toasty, and head off to my meeting/party. It is then that I realize that as I was furiously trying to get into the driver's side of the car, almost breaking off the plastic door handle, that the other side of the car had no ice. I could have just gone in that way, and dealt with the driver's side door from within.
I'm an idiot.
Thought for the Day
I am always so optimistic about the changing of the seasons. As the weather was cooling off there was an air of excitement about the campus. Winter approaches, as does beautiful snow. Yesterday morning I woke up to the first real snow we had seen here in the 'ville. The sun was reflecting brightly off its white, icy surface, making all around it shine. Therein lies beauty, hope.
Then I go out to my car, realize that the windchill is below zero, everything is frozen over including, but not limited to, the parking lot, sidewalks, and my car. The sun sets at freakin' two in the afternoon, which, incidentally, is when I like to wake up if I can help it.
Winter sucks.
Optimism be damned.
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