You must be wearing a VERY heavy jacket if it take you longer to get one arm out of a sleeve than it does for the guy next to/ahead of you to acquire any noticeable movement speed. But I totally sympathize with the “at a red light, doing something quickly before it turns green” mentality. My car was once freezing and half-dead after a graveyard shift at the start of December, and since vehicles warm up faster while moving, I started driving as soon as was safe for the engine rather than wait for the cabin heat to kick in. At a red light, I turn the fan on… missing the part where climate control has inexplicably been turned to MAX A/C. Light turns green, now I’m driving in a cold-and-getting-colder vehicle.
It’s a shame you’re not a clown. They could have hooked the horn up to your nose instead. And the inevitable Far-Side-esque clown funeral with twenty bodies crammed into one coffin means your next of kin would have saved money by splitting funerary expenses with the other families.
“…I’d just start driving in my self-inflicted straight jacket…”
I know the feeling, and I hate that. That’s why I often take off my jacket before I get in the car.
It always amazes me when people refuse to take off their sub-zero clothing when in the car, and then complain about the heat from the car’s heater, when all it’s doing is making the climate inside the car more livable. (As if they’re saying, “I dressed for sub-zero weather, so it had better be sub-zero weather in the car!”)
You must be wearing a VERY heavy jacket if it take you longer to get one arm out of a sleeve than it does for the guy next to/ahead of you to acquire any noticeable movement speed. But I totally sympathize with the “at a red light, doing something quickly before it turns green” mentality. My car was once freezing and half-dead after a graveyard shift at the start of December, and since vehicles warm up faster while moving, I started driving as soon as was safe for the engine rather than wait for the cabin heat to kick in. At a red light, I turn the fan on… missing the part where climate control has inexplicably been turned to MAX A/C. Light turns green, now I’m driving in a cold-and-getting-colder vehicle.
It’s a shame you’re not a clown. They could have hooked the horn up to your nose instead. And the inevitable Far-Side-esque clown funeral with twenty bodies crammed into one coffin means your next of kin would have saved money by splitting funerary expenses with the other families.
“…I’d just start driving in my self-inflicted straight jacket…”
I know the feeling, and I hate that. That’s why I often take off my jacket before I get in the car.
It always amazes me when people refuse to take off their sub-zero clothing when in the car, and then complain about the heat from the car’s heater, when all it’s doing is making the climate inside the car more livable. (As if they’re saying, “I dressed for sub-zero weather, so it had better be sub-zero weather in the car!”)
Bug put the “fun” in “funeral”.