I was driving through Wisconsin today-through an intense snowstorm-and I thought: "Wow, here I sit comfortable, warm, and driving a 4000+ pound piece of comfort and luxury through the sub-freezing hell of snow and ice... at 65 miles an hour."
Then just to be sure I was truly grateful, I slid the window down by pressing the button for a moment-letting off of it to make full-use of the auto-down feature. My hand found it's way outside and into the blast of freezing wind where it quickly became numb from the cold and ice...
What is it that causes some people to feel so gosh-darn entitled? I remember sitting on a flight next to an inebriated fellow who just couldn't seem to understand why I didn't understand just how much he hated 'this _____ flight.' I suppose alcohol can help a person forget how they just said the same thing five minutes ago, so I let it slide, but I could barely suppress a laugh at his freak-out stereotype. You know... the kind who panic in the crisis/disaster/plane crash movie and get people maimed before being sucked into a jet engine or eaten by a giant snake.
I wonder what Lewis CK would say to him:
...I pulled my hand back inside the Jeep Grand Cherokee, pulled up on the power-window-only for a second because that's all it takes before the auto-up feature takes over-and looked over at start button where there's usually a key-hole. (This particular jeep has no need for a key as it senses the key's proximity and automatically unlocks the doors and lets a person start the engine with the push of a button.)
I smiled to myself and laughed at a memory triggered by the blizzard going on all around me.
Dear steadfast devotees of the School of the Thankful,
Let us remember just how wonderful life is, and just how pleasant indoor water closets really are!
