It happened twice this week.
The temperatures have started to head south around here, which means there are mornings that I have to scrape the windshield before going anywhere. Not being a fan of wearing a coat, I will sometimes brave the initial cold and dash to the car, then drive to work in comfort while the inside warms up. Around the half-way mark to work, the car is toasty warm.
But not once, but twice this past week, I was going through my morning routine when the darn car just wasn’t warming up. I was half-way to work and freezing! I turned up the temperature setting, but it was still cold inside the car. There I was, once again, multi-tasking–driving, listening to what was being said on the radio, and trying to figure out why I was still so cold and…
Oh. Somehow, the air conditioning was on.
Could be my fat fingers, could be sloppy button pushing…
But after going through that drill one morning, a couple of days later, I was still trying to figure out why the car hadn’t heated up. Then I remembered….
I’m pretty sure it’s the car’s fault.
Perhaps I should start taking Gingko again and beef up my memory box. Now, where did I leave those?