Winter in My Car

I’ve discovered a flaw in the heating system of my car. I reported this to many of the boys I know and probably just as many girls which of course lead to various reactions.

Mostly the boys said “I bet it’s the X” and told me to go see a guy.
The girls mostly said “I know a guy” and sent me contact information.
One girl said “let’s call my dad.”
One guy said things that made me think “he must be a mechanic.”

“Are you a mechanic?” I asked.
“I was in college,” he replied before asking me further questions.

Really, though, it’s not anything to be fixed by a mechanic. It is really more like a flaw in winter.

See, my knees freeze.

You can direct all the air at the face, all the air at your feet or all the air at the windows. You can also combine face/feet and feet/windows. You cannot, however, direct that air at your knees. I don’t care how long your legs are or how much you contort those little heating vents. There’s just no way to warm your knees.

Thanks, winter, for reminding me how much you hate me.

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