Earlier in the week, we had a combination of rain and snow, then three days with high temperatures in the teens. I haven’t spent much time outside the house—I like my testicles hanging outside my abdominal cavity, thank you very much. Naturally, the weather led to some nasty consequences. Here’s a conversation I had earlier this afternoon:
Dad: Have you got an ice scraper in your car?
Me: I’m not sure, lemme check.
[Insert grunting sounds]
Dad: What’s wrong?
Me: I can’t get the door open.
Yep, the rain froze the car completely shut. I tried pulling the handle with both hands, pounding around the edges of the door to loosen it up… nothing. I eventually got a jug of hot water to melt the ice and a wooden slat to slide around the edges and pry the bastard open. Once that worked, I wiped off the door (it would have been pretty sad if I’d let the water sit there and freeze the door shut again), then went driving for about twenty minutes. With the motor running and the heat going full blast, I managed to get the ice on the windows to melt, all four doors to open, the trunk and hood to pop… now I just have to remember to drive around the block once in a while to make sure my car doesn’t turn into a giant metal ice cube again.
