There are times in my life when I just say…
WHAT?! How? WHAT?! But why? WHAT?! But how?
And then I realize it is MY life so I should be saying, “because why not?”. Nothing is a surprise to me anymore.
So let’s call this post – Because why not? : Car Edition
Last week when we were on the way home from the beach our car air went out and it was HOT AND MISERABLE.
So we got back and we put our car in the shop. They looked and looked and couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the air. We were frustrated because we just didn’t understand how they couldn’t find the problem.
So yesterday I was at work and I got a call from the GMC place.
He tells me they have been having the hardest time figuring it out and finally they took apart the dash and looked under the glove compartment and FINALLY! they found the problem
It was dog food.
Oh yes. Dog food.
The conversation went like this:
GMC Dude: So yeah we finally found the problem.
Me: Oh, great! What was it?
GMC Dude: Dog food.
Me: *crickets chirping* ….. SAY WHAT?!
GMC Dude: Yes, it was dog food. There is dog food stuffed into the air vents and it has cut off all air flow.
Me: *crickets chirping*
GMC Dude: Are you there? Did you hear me?
And this, my friends, is when I burst into spontaneous and uncontrollable laughter – or PBA, which I obviously suffer from.
In fact, I laughed so hard that I had to hang up the phone and call the guy back.
When I finally composed myself and called him back I asked how in the world dog food got into the air vents. (?!!!!!!)
GMC Dude: Well it could be a squirrel maybe… or it COULD possibly may be that a child *awkward pause* …
And there goes my composure again. Because SURELY my stinkers aren’t stinkerish enough to STUFF DOG FOOD INTO THE AIR VENTS OF MY CAR RIGHT?!
Oh. I think they are capable of such things, alright.
So yes. My air doesn’t work because SOMEHOW dog food has been shoved into the air vents and has clogged up the whole air flow.
Because why not?