Last weekend my mother and I were on a mission. We needed to find her a dress to wear to my wedding, and we had searched
everywhere. Needless to say, this required a massive amount of me driving all around Houston, which is not my favorite thing to do.
So, as we're driving in a section of town that is particularly boggled down by slow traffic lights I decide to do something stupid.
Let me preface this: I don't smoke, nor do I allow people to smoke in my car. I hate the smell of cigarettes and it takes FOREVER to get it out of the fabric. So my cigarette lighter has only ever really seen the likes of GPS and cell phone chargers during the seven years we've been together.
So, since I'm ignorant about all things tobacco related I ask my mom how the lighter works. She explains to me that you push it in and when it pops out it will be heated up, the tip will be red and you light your cancer stick. Easy, right?
So I push the cigarette lighter in, deciding to see just how it works. I'm a very kinesthetic person. Hands on. I have to actually do it to know it works. So I push the lighter in. The only problem: it doesn't stay in. I fight with it for a few seconds, pushing and turning, pushing harder, etc. (that's what she said), but finally I give up and pull the danged thing out. After carefully examining the coils I determine that they didn't even turn red! Stupid lighter, doesn't even work!
"Don't touch that, it's hot." My mom warned.
"Did it even work?" I ask. I'm not convinced.So I reach out and touch it.
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Ow.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I learned that following directions is generally a good idea, unless you want to be screaming in pain while trying to navigate traffic during rush hour.
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haha, wow... Â good lesson to be learnt...