Roll with It

c0b8cf6b7615b6e5e6ef4464751acb29Waiting for the cable guy wasn’t the only bit of service-based idiocy I dealt with yesterday.  Although in this case, the service was actually top-notch and efficient.  It was my reason for needing it that was kind of silly.

My driver’s side window had been sticking of late.  It would sometimes take a push or two of the button or even a gentle push on the window to make it go down, but then everything was fine and I just chalked it up to condensation or the heat or something relatively benign.  Besides, if it got stuck closed, well, this is Florida.  We open our windows at drive-thrus and when we get pulled ever; in other words, when we absolutely have to.  Other than that, you’re just wasting AC.

But Sunday night I was driving home and it sounded like the window wasn’t shut all the way.  So I rolled it up and was greeted with a sound not unlike someone playing marbles in a garbage can.  My first instinct was to try to roll it down, but I stopped myself.  What if it got stuck down there?  It looked like rain, and I didn’t relish the idea of having to tape a garbage bag over my window overnight.  Might as well just post a great big, “Hey, come take stuff” sign on it and be done with it.  So I resisted the temptation the whole way home to just crank it down and see what happened.

The next morning, I debated with myself.  I could just leave well enough alone.  Chances were good I could go days without having to open that window.  But what if I do and I’m nowhere near anywhere to get it fixed?  Or our usual afternoon monsoon hits?  No, better to treat it like a band-aid and just pull it off and be done with it.  If the worst happened, I could always hit the Tuffy on the way to work and get it fixed.

Yeah, the worst happened.  Pulled up on the switch, and the window dropped out of sight like a guillotine blade.  Whoosh, gone.  I tried to roll it back up, but another game of marbles broke out.  I silently patted myself on the back for not having done that the previous night, and dropped the car off at Tuffy.  A couple of hours and $325 later, I was once again in charge of my own climate.

And you know, I’m not really all that upset about it.  I’ve had this car for almost twelve years now, and this is the first really major non-accident related repair I’ve had on it.  You expect power windows to eventually crap out after a decade.  Yeah, the expense wasn’t fun, but at least the thing still runs, and it’s paid for.  Dropping the occasional couple of hundred on it is better than dropping the monthly couple of hundred.

This morning, I idly ran the window up and down, reveling in my newly-restored efficiency.  Then I stopped.  Not just because it looked a little silly, but because I didn’t want to push my luck.  It looked like rain.


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