Car Wars III – Return of the Car

Does anyone else ever get that thing where you go somewhere in your car (the local mall, say) and when you come back a couple of hours later, it’s SO COLD both of the locks on your car doors have frozen solid? So solid that you can’t even get your key into either one of them, never mind prise the door open with your fingernails, like you did last time?

So you drop your bags, containing the shiny new bikini you just bought (because you are stupid, and therefore exactly the kind of person who goes out and buys BIKINIS in February. When it is snowing) on the frozen ground, and then you drop YOURSELF onto the frozen ground too, onto your knees, in fact, and you pray to the God of Cars. “Please GOC,” you say, “Let the doors be opened, because this car park is dark and cold and I’m all alone in it, except for the crazy old man who will surely turn up any second now to torment, and possibly kill me. Also, this new bikini won’t be much use in the snow.” Maybe you even say a few “Open Sesames” at this point, who knows.

But it doesn’t work. The doors remain resolutely frozen, and no matter how hard you pull and yell and try to force the key into them, they will not budge. But wait! Wait! There is a can of de-icer in the car boot! If only the lock on the boot will open for you! Oh, sweet, merciful Jesus, it WILL! And there is your de-icer! Hallelujah, you are SAVED!

So you skip like a lamb (albeit a clumsy lamb. That is wearing high heeled boots on an icy day.) back to the driver’s side door and you spray your de-icer like there is no tomorrow. You spray, and you spray, and then you spray a little more. And it does not work. The door is still frozen solid, so you mosey on round to the passenger door to try your luck there, casting furtive glances over your shoulder as you go, fully expecting to see a stooped and sinister shape shuffle into view in the deserted car park (did I mention that the car park is also pitch dark? And that soft flakes of snow have started to fall?) and start making its way towards you. “Ya’ll need some help there?” the stooped figure will ask (because in your foolish head, you are now apparently living in Hicksville, USA, as well as being stranded in a frozen car park in the dark), before bludgeoning you to death with the crowbar he was hiding up the back of his filthy trench coat the whole time. When your body is finally found, it will still be clutching the carrier bag containing the new bikini. It is a mystery that will puzzle your friends and family for months, until they finally remember that  you always were a bit wrong in the head anyway.

Anyway.

You spray your de-icer on the passenger side door, to the point where you actually start to get high from the fumes. But the door does not open. So you shuffle back round to the driver’s side, and you rinse and you repeat. And then you do it again. And maybe once more for luck.

Finally, success! The passenger side door succumbs to your mighty efforts, so you throw your bags into the car, and you climb in, snagging your thigh really painfully on the handbrake as you do so, and making a mental note NOT to buy a coupe next time. Then you realise that, why, the snow that has fallen has formed a solid crust on all your windows, so you must get right back out again to scrape them!

First, you try opening the driver’s door from the inside, using the very scientific method of throwing your body against it like a lunatic in a padded cell. Needless to say, this makes absolutely NO DIFFERENCE to the door whatsoever, so you’re forced to once again climb across the central console, this time snagging your OTHER thigh really painfully on the handbrake. You spend a few unhappy minutes scraping down the car, and getting your coat soaked in the process, before repeating the whole process once again, with the passenger door and the handbrake. GOD.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking that after all of that, what would’ve been really funny would be if the car decided to pull its “stalling at low speeds” trick again on the way home. I thought so too. In fact, I thought of little else all the way home, but actually, after my ill-fated trip to the gym last week  the car was sent to the naughty step, and has never done that again. In fact, if you asked it, I bet it would say it has NEVER done that, no siree!

I had to climb out of the passenger door when I got home, though. At least I will have matching bruises on both thighs. And hey, it is a  really cute bikini!

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

16 Comments

  • Reply February 4, 2009

    Amanda Nicole

    Oh my god, that is so irritating! At least you have a lovely if impractical purchase to keep you warm.

    Amanda Nicole´s last blog post..I don’t think white is fashionable in Paris

    • Reply February 5, 2009

      Amber

      I guess these are the sacrifices we have to make for shopping.

  • Reply February 4, 2009

    Tracey

    So, does the colour of the bikini match the bruises?

    Tracey´s last blog post..Mellow Yellow Monday

    • Reply February 5, 2009

      Amber

      Actually, you know what, it kinda does! It's blue and red :)

  • Reply February 4, 2009

    Diane

    Well, on the plus side, that sounds like quite a workout…?!

    Diane´s last blog post..big-birthday girl

    • Reply February 5, 2009

      Amber

      True, true, I had to expend quite a lot of effort – maybe I should market it as a workout?

  • Reply February 4, 2009

    Mhairi

    Hey

    I am sorry, but I have been laughing my head off whilst reading your blog entry tonight.

    My car does this often, we continually have to all get in either via the boot (yeah) or the passenger side.

    x

    Mhairi´s last blog post..Happy Anniversary

    • Reply February 5, 2009

      Amber

      Eek, getting in through the boot must be LOTS of fun!

  • Reply February 5, 2009

    Hilary

    This post made me shiver and also? Hilarious that you bought a bikini in that kind of weather. Planning a trip somewhere warm? I would very much like to do that. Cold weather always makes me crave sun and sand.

    Hilary´s last blog post..Random 25 Things

    • Reply February 6, 2009

      Amber

      Well, we’ll be going to Florida later this year but, er, not for a while! Once I’d seen it, though, I couldn’t resist it!

  • Reply February 5, 2009

    Kristabella

    You know what? I've lived in Chicago for a lot of my life, and that has never happened to me.

    And now it will happen tomorrow because I bragged about it.

    <abbr>Kristabella´s last blog post..Another House-Type Post</abbr>

    • Reply February 6, 2009

      Amber

      It’s actually happened to me a couple of times now, but I’ve always managed to break in relatively quickly in the past – I think it must be something about the locks on my doors. Either that or the car just hates me.

  • Reply February 6, 2009

    Terry

    Basically every time you leave the house without me disaster strikes.

    Thinks it is because the dark side is strong in you I do.

    • Reply February 6, 2009

      Amber

      You'll need to just chauffeur me around all the time then!

  • Reply February 6, 2009

    Jennifer

    You remind me so much of my sister's best friend because the craziest things always happen to the both of you!

    I forgot how I actually found your blog but I'm so glad I did because you always have something zany to say and I love it!

    :)

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  • Reply February 7, 2009

    Danielle

    yes, I’m originally from Nova Scotia, Canada, and one winter day last year me and my friend Lisa decided to go shopping, it wasn’t snowing or anything just very cold and extremely windy. We shopped for at least 4 hours and had dinner in the mall (not in the food court :D ) Then as the mall closed we left to find my (father’s) car one of the last ones in the lot. It’s a 93 Chevy Corsica. Beefy car but, manual locks and windows, and apparently the locks froze sitting up on a hill in the blistering wind. No one was around it was getting pretty dark. We tried using a lighter to heat up the key but the wind was too strong. we actually bent the door key while attempting to turn it. We ended up having our friends stop by with some deicing liquid. and hour later our hands hurt our ears hurt and I had to explain a bent key lol.

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