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An update on the car adventure:
The car got fixed. There was a tense 5 minutes when it looked like M.M.'s Daddy's credit card wasn't going to clear, but then it did.
Two? Three? weeks later, just last Thursday, it snowed again. It froze my rear door shut Friday morning, a fact which I did not discover until I'd tried to open the back door. So the thing is sitting there, unlatched but frozen shut. I just know it's going to flap open in the middle of I-295 with me doin' 50, and then where will I be?
So I crawl over the front seat into the back and, while pulling up on the door handle, push on the inside of the door with my feet. Both feet. Hard.
The door suddenly flies open and spangs into the car next to me, leaving a serious ding in it.
Oops.
Luckily(?), the car was in a reserved space, which meant I could leave a note for its owner at his or her home. I followed up with a visit that evening, and was told the car owner was out of town for the weekend. As of today, no one has contacted me to request that I fix their car door (which I offered to do). Either their roommates forgot to pass on the message, or they just don't care.
(As a follow-on story - the other rear door was also frozen shut, but I couldn't even kick that one open. And lo, on I-295, doin' 50, I started to hear that whistling-wind sound that isn't good unless you have the windows cracked. My passenger could see light through the door. Very luckily, we were on a section of I-295 that actually has shoulders and were able to pull of and properly shut the door.)
The car got fixed. There was a tense 5 minutes when it looked like M.M.'s Daddy's credit card wasn't going to clear, but then it did.
Two? Three? weeks later, just last Thursday, it snowed again. It froze my rear door shut Friday morning, a fact which I did not discover until I'd tried to open the back door. So the thing is sitting there, unlatched but frozen shut. I just know it's going to flap open in the middle of I-295 with me doin' 50, and then where will I be?
So I crawl over the front seat into the back and, while pulling up on the door handle, push on the inside of the door with my feet. Both feet. Hard.
The door suddenly flies open and spangs into the car next to me, leaving a serious ding in it.
Oops.
Luckily(?), the car was in a reserved space, which meant I could leave a note for its owner at his or her home. I followed up with a visit that evening, and was told the car owner was out of town for the weekend. As of today, no one has contacted me to request that I fix their car door (which I offered to do). Either their roommates forgot to pass on the message, or they just don't care.
(As a follow-on story - the other rear door was also frozen shut, but I couldn't even kick that one open. And lo, on I-295, doin' 50, I started to hear that whistling-wind sound that isn't good unless you have the windows cracked. My passenger could see light through the door. Very luckily, we were on a section of I-295 that actually has shoulders and were able to pull of and properly shut the door.)
