Ah, mine never did anything but right below the butt, so perhaps that’s why I feel differently. The main car in question was also a 2014, so perhaps the technology hadn’t been fully developed by then. It was also “air conditioned” rather than “ventilated,” but I’m not sure if there’s a difference other than the name.
Though I’m sorry I can’t share the joy, it’s great that you benefitted!
I’ve owned two cars with ventilated seats. In both, I never used the function more than twice because the primary result was less “oh, how refreshing” and more “did I wet myself?!”
On a hot day I once turned it on for a passenger without saying anything (it had been a few years of owning the car and I forgot the side effect). He had never been in my car before and didn’t know about the function. (I promise I wasn’t trying to prank him, I just forgot). Within a few minutes he asked me to pull over because he was worried he’d had an accident.
In short, I don’t recommend ventilated seats.
The same thing we do every night, wise_pancake … Someone trying to take over the world!
I’ll just put this over here with the rest of the drowned.
Well, that’s kind of the point I was trying to make. I’m only speaking from personal experience, but sometimes I’ll say something and fret over it obsessively, then talk to the other person and find out it was fine. In most cases, yes, we have that exchange and move on; but sometimes people will be like “actually, you know what? That was weird!” And get retroactively offended.
This is especially true if someone has social anxiety and constantly worries that they said the wrong thing. If I asked someone if I made a social mistake as often as I feel like I have, no one would ever stop thinking about my social ineptitude. My wife taught me this during one of our first few conversations.
I support open communication and don’t mean to suggest that someone shouldn’t apologize if they made a mistake or - universally - ask if they’re unsure. Just that being aware of when to do so is another facet of interacting.
Well now, that’s not fair.
The response should be something like, you’re about to experience a blessing by learning of Bob’s Burgers.
If they were like “fuck that show” I’d be more on your side here.
I’m famous!
Probably not many people have tagged me, but it’s funny that at least two of the people who have have done so purely on the basis of me using user notes.
Back on Reddit, I met someone who proclaimed themselves schizophrenic and said that they used user notes (on discord at the time) to handle associated memory issues. I’m not schizophrenic as far as I know, but it still seemed like a good idea, so I’ve tried to do so since.
Supposedly this was supposed to be a reference to his penis.
That never really made sense to me, but it was the style the prevailing theory at the time.
Well … My bones do hurt.
But I didn’t even click the link.
Well, given your username, I’m no longer sure whether I should allow my guts and food to interact.
I’m also curious whether you made a typo and were too stubborn to correct it, whether it was intentional, or whether I’m imagining the whole thing.
Honestly, I have so few people in my life that finding out one (or more) were a figment of imagination is a genuine phobia of mine. I’ve freaked out my wife by debating that there’s no way I can be certain she’s real. (Though the evidence does support it.)
Are these supposed to be individual events or a sequence?
Either way, I hate it.
Close the door and remember your keys are still in the devil’s crack aka between the seat and centre console
Once I did this after leaving my car windows cracked overnight. When I reached down to retrieve them, I crushed a roach under my fingers. I hated it. And didn’t feel clean the rest of the day.
Scrape up your hand reaching into the crack and accidentally wipe blood on your white dress shirt
Once I did almost this. I filled my car with gas on the way to work, tripped on the gas hose, shredded my pants, skinned my knee and got blood all over my white dress shirt. I hated it. Fortunately my then-boss was understanding.
Need to poop but constipated
This happens to me a lot. I hate it.
Get out of the car and spill your coffee
I don’t drink coffee. It’s too bitter. I hate it.
Problem is, sometimes you feeling wrong either is wrong or is not noticed, so it’s not always an issue until you point it out.
edit: Just words.
Precisely, fellow Better Off Ted fan.
A fun fact at the time!
Hopefully you didn’t forget what happens to a toad when it gets struck by lightning.
It’s not said in the movie, so far as I can recall, but in the novelization (and comics). The Toad’s secret identity is “Mortimer Toynbee.”
I once was playing Splinter Cell with a friend who, I have since learned but did not know at the time, had very little interest in stealth. To his credit, he did make an effort to be sneaky, but eventually gave up and ran through the level with a shotgun, shooting anyone he saw and yelling “STEALTHY! STEALTHY! STEALTHY!”
To his credit once again, he did beat the level with this strategy.