When Nature Calls

Has anyone else experienced the phenomenon that is frost on the inside of the car. No, well let me tell you about it. I’m in a hurry to get to a football workout and oh, there is frost on my windshield. Better go outside the car and scrape it. 5 minutes later the windows still look covered. What… the… fuck? Why is there frost on the inside of the car? Who gets frost on the inside of the window? I do, that’s who. Have you ever tried to scrape the inside of your car?  It’s impossible. The scraper won’t do anything but put two fucking lines down your windshield. Good luck looking through the windshield. It’s certainly not enough to drive my car safely. So with just minutes left before my workout, I find myself trying to drive Ace Ventura style with my head out the window in the fucking middle of fucking winter. Why? I didn’t realize my car’s interior was capable of the type of weather that can harbor frost. Apparently my car is like its own ecosystem. Let me ask you car, what is the wind chill today? The dew point is a bit high isn’t it car? There has been a bit of a drought, hasn’t there car? Looks like a storms a brewin’, better take shelter in the trunk. Well if anyone knows a good little weatherperson, I’m hiring. Maybe he will be able to tell me when a a frost is coming in my car, then hopefully I can make it to my workout on time. That’s all Simons has to say.