That’s certainly been the case with me the last week. The A/C went out in my car and I’ve been driving around in 109-degree heat.
The A/C seemed to be working fine and then all of a sudden it was blowing hot air, as if I had the heater on. I had it recharged but three days later, it was back to the hot air again. I had several stops to make, so I just rolled down the front windows. It was hot outside but at least I had more air moving. I probably should have taken a selfie to post here, but once I arrived home, believe me it wasn’t a pretty sight. I think I could wring water out of my clothes and my face was beat red, hair all askew. At one point, I thought I’d pass out, but I made it.
I may actually be getting a job after twenty-five years and my mission was to find black pants, which was a lot harder than it sounds. But I accomplished my mission. I guess the stubbornness I inherited from my daddy helped to keep me out roaming about town in those conditions.
I even got a compliment on my car and myself earlier in the day before I became a limp sweaty rag. That feels good at my age.