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Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer
We thought, and hoped, that the end of the Family Thing was in sight. But it was, probably, wishful thinking. <snippage>
So, the drama will continue next week.
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Dammit! I was hoping for your sake that this would finally come to an end. Hell, Rumple, I'm pretty sure that this has been ongoing as long as I've "known" you here on MR, and that's quite a while. It must be freaking exhausting, indeed. Your family needs a Designated Hitter--the official family Bad Guy, with whom nobody wants to mess around, that's what you need. ;-)
So...I had a Stephen King day, yesterday. My car tried to kill me. Soooo Christine!
As you all know, it's summer in Phoenix AZ, and that means hot-hot-hot. To make things worse, my husband's family deposited a bunch of "stuff" here, and long story short, my car is living in the sun, not the garage. This doesn't sound like a big deal, until you live in the desert with temps over 110F. Anyway, trying to run the AC in a car that's become heat-soaked is always an adventure.
The last few times I've driven the Sopranos-mobile (this is a big luxury sedan that I inherited from my late MIL, with room for 6 bodies in the Trunk, hence its name), I was not a happy camper, as it took nearly half-an-hour for the interior to cool down enough for me not to be a sweaty mess. Mr. H tested the A/C air temp, and sure 'nuff it seemed to indicate that indeed, the A/C was putting out air that matched the temp set on the thermostat, right?
So, yesterday, it's not that hot, for Phoenix, only around 90-94, when I climb in the Batmobile, and on my way out of our neighborhood, a few miles down the road, I'm ROASTING. I mean, ROASTING. The air coming out of the vents is hotter, way hotter, than the outside air, and it's like a damn convection oven in the interior. I whip the car around, call Mr. Wonderful from the car ("Can you PLEASE come outside!?") and run back home...
Sure enough, something has gone hinky with the car, and not only is no AC working, but the bloody thing is blowing HEAT, and heat at full-tilt-boogie, like the hottest air you can imagine. It's as though it's stuck on "BROIL," inside the car. The air blowing through the vents is well over 100F...hell, well over 120F.
(I ended up taking Mr. H's truck, to my errand, but it's quite large, and I'm not that accustomed to driving it. On the bright side, though, it has killer AC.)
I dithered a bit, before I'd turned it around, thinking I was imagining it, etc., but after a few minutes, there was no doubt about it--I've never felt air THAT BLOODY HOT come out of the vents. I have no idea where on earth it was originated...the bowels of the engine, no doubt, but, man...I should have taken a cake in tins with me--I could have baked it, I kid thee not.
Bloody car. God only knows what THAT will cost to get fixed, and worse, somehow, I have to get the thing to a repair shop, which is, wait for it, nearly 15 miles away. Can't IMAGINE how much fun that's going to be....
Hitch