Goose
Well-known Member
My wife and I and our pastor and his wife were, among others, guests at a dinner party for a mutual friend's daughter's birthday last evening.
During the meal, our pastor regaled the guests with a tale about when he recently washed his car in the evening when the temp dropped to 14 degrees overnight. The car was parked in his driveway and he went out the next morning to find all four doors frozen shut and blocking his wife's car in the garage.
He spent some 15 minutes describing in detail how he managed to get the trunk lid open and crawl in. The car is a Chevy Malibu with the fold down rear seats to allow for cargo area if needed. He manage to crawl from the trunk, through the back seat, and go over the tops of the front seats. By then, he was in panic mode because he had an appointment in 20 minutes.
The good pastor then laid across the front seat and proceeded to attempt to kick the drivers door open from the inside. His daughter was in the house wondering what that "bumping" noise was out in the driveway. The pastor finally succeeded in kicking the driver's door open and expressed pride in his solution to the problem.
I asked him why he hadn't simply poured a little warm water around the edge of the driver's door from the outside.
Lights came on and the look on his face was priceless.
He's a great guy, really, and having grown up in Indiana he should have been onto that a long time ago.
During the meal, our pastor regaled the guests with a tale about when he recently washed his car in the evening when the temp dropped to 14 degrees overnight. The car was parked in his driveway and he went out the next morning to find all four doors frozen shut and blocking his wife's car in the garage.
He spent some 15 minutes describing in detail how he managed to get the trunk lid open and crawl in. The car is a Chevy Malibu with the fold down rear seats to allow for cargo area if needed. He manage to crawl from the trunk, through the back seat, and go over the tops of the front seats. By then, he was in panic mode because he had an appointment in 20 minutes.
The good pastor then laid across the front seat and proceeded to attempt to kick the drivers door open from the inside. His daughter was in the house wondering what that "bumping" noise was out in the driveway. The pastor finally succeeded in kicking the driver's door open and expressed pride in his solution to the problem.
I asked him why he hadn't simply poured a little warm water around the edge of the driver's door from the outside.
Lights came on and the look on his face was priceless.
He's a great guy, really, and having grown up in Indiana he should have been onto that a long time ago.
