In doing errands today, I became convinced that my vehicle hates me.
It's not anything mechanically wrong with it - it's been a trooper in that department - it was the fact that every time I got out of the car, it shocked me.
Get out at Home Depot? Zap.
Get out at the Library? Zap.
Get out at the Mall? Zap.
Home? Zap.
No matter where I touched the door, or what I did before getting out, it zapped me. It was becoming so bad that I actually considered being like the Dukes of Hazzard and jump through the window. (I would have totally been Bo Duke - Luke always came off as kinda skeezy.)
I persevered, though. Ain't no door going to ruin my holidays.
...just ignore the rubber gloves if you see me tomorrow. (It's fashionable, okay?)
Later.
I've had days like that I'm afraid, but it's not just car doors normally, it's shopping trolleys and any other metal object lol
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