Mmm, good.
Last night I heard a loud "pop" coming from outside. It sounded like a BB gun. I thought that our insanely frigid weather may have caused a light bulb to explode. I got to wondering what kind of light bulbs people use in Alaska. I would figure it out the next day.
Anyway, this morning when I went out to start the car so we wouldn't freeze to death by the time we got to the bank, I was surprised by a huge mess in my car.
Apparently unopened cans of Diet Pepsi have a cold tolerance of about 5 Degrees before they explode.
There were sparkling, no-calorie goodness in forms of icicles, hanging from my windshield. The soda was frozen over the entire face of my dash, my seat, doors, call phone charger... everything.
I was too pissed to take a picture. Sorry.
Anyway, this morning when I went out to start the car so we wouldn't freeze to death by the time we got to the bank, I was surprised by a huge mess in my car.
Apparently unopened cans of Diet Pepsi have a cold tolerance of about 5 Degrees before they explode.
There were sparkling, no-calorie goodness in forms of icicles, hanging from my windshield. The soda was frozen over the entire face of my dash, my seat, doors, call phone charger... everything.
I was too pissed to take a picture. Sorry.
Labels: Pass the bottle
posted by Sarah at
Friday, January 26, 2007
5 Comments:
Perhaps this says something about me, I found that VERY funny. Ah, you're getting angry again.
..and can I've a slice of lemon in my diet ice please?
Ta
I'm afraid to laugh.
God, I'd hate to clean that mess up. Wait. No, I wouldn't. I'll be right there. Make room for me.
ew, sorry... that you didn't take a picture! LOL would have loved to see that one.
Could you chip it off?
I decided to conquer the mess today. Because today was warmer, I was afraid I would have a bigger mess if I waited any longer. Mark chipped off the soda from the windshield, and I cleaned the sticky mess from everywhere else.
The funny thing about the whole ordeal is that I thought it was the neighbor's light bulb. I was laughing at how they would react- baffled by how it could have happened. Karma's a biaaatch.
Thank you all for your sincere (ahem) empathy. Jock, you can always come and clean the outside of my car. The salt from the roads really does a number to it... The bucket and sponge are in the basement.
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