Slipping back to 1970s on the road
IF THE whinge-o-meter was any indicator, the world was about to end shortly.
Never had a situation been so dire, it was surely more disastrous than Kim Jong-un’s hairstyle.
My kids were catapulted back to the 1970s for a road trip when the air-conditioner went on the blink.
Yes, it was a pretty hot day – probably the only one we’ve had since then – but to my mind it hardly merited the level of complaints doled out.
Needless to say my daughters do not suffer in silence. Indeed the pain of paying to have the unit replaced was less than what I endured during their tirade while on a four-hour road trip from Caloundra recently.
When we met up with my husband later, they reiterated all the vocal complaints made to me during the journey (and probably to him via text en route):
“It was sssoooooo hot.” (I did not know that.)
“I was sitting in a pool of sweat on leather seats.”
(They weren’t the only ones.)
“Even the back of my top was sweaty.”
(Still not on your Pat Malone, sweetheart.)
“The vents were blowing hot air.”
(Well, who would have known that would happen when the AC packed it in?)
I guess the little princesses have never had it so bad ... anyone would think they were the only ones to suffer such a plight. My not-so-little darlings have had a singularly fortunate life if this was their biggest worry.
My attempts at a positive spin fell short.
If you’re going to have a car problem when you’re away from home, at least the air-conditioner doesn’t prevent your travel.
No one was injured when the air-con failed ... the car kept on going and nobody was hurt. If that happens with car dramas, it’s a good day.
It didn’t happen at the height of summer and was fixed relatively soon.
Finally, we came across some terrific service at the Nissan dealer in Maryborough. Although unable to fix the problem that day, the staff spent time identifying it and were so helpful.
It was disastrous than Kim Jong-un’s hairstyle.