Plus One/Minus Two
When I got in my car this morning and turned the key, my car whined sickly, like my kids when they have fever and body aches and I make them sleep instead of watching Spongebob all afternoon. Whined and then turned over, screeching with the frozen oil attempt to lubricate. My car has a thermometer on the panel, right next to my odometer, to measure the temp outside. It said 1 degree Fahrenheit.
10 minutes later, as I pulled up to work, the thermometer said Negative 2 degrees Fahrenheit.
Which I don’t quite understand.
It's morning. We're heading toward spring.
We should be starting to tilt toward the sun, correct? Even if the sun isn’t over the horizon yet? How in. The. Hell. Could the temperature drop three degrees in a matter of a) 10 minutes, and 2) 7 miles?
Sergei and I have discussed the crappy situation Michigan is in with losing jobs and no money, and Sergei thinks we should invite some businesses from the southern states…you know…the states that have no water…to come to Michigan, bring some jobs to replace the auto industry ones, plug our natural beauty and proliferate rain and snow, and beautiful Great Lakes. I think he’s on to something. Money in our state would be nice. But for me, cynically, in a schadenfreude known only to us Northerners, I just wanna see how freaked out those Southerners get when they have to drive on snowy roads. As long as I'm at a safe distance.
(This is just stupid enough to make me laugh. Plus, I loves me some Zach Galifianakis.)