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.
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?)