The most idiotic ways to clear the car of snow and ice

Another disappointment in the mental abilities of apparently intelligent and successful fellow citizens befell the author of these lines in the parking lot near the house, when all car owners had to clear their cars of ice after the November “freezing rain”.

The writer of these lines himself had to chip the doors of his car from the ice. At some point, attention was drawn to a man of professorial appearance, who opened his Toyota Camry and for ten minutes had been using it to perform the “dying starter solo”. In the end, he too fell silent. After that, the uncle unsuccessfully tried to open the hood. But the snowdrift frozen on it left no chance. There was a squeaky obscenity, the citizen dived into the salon, fished out a tourist hatchet and began to thrash it in a frenzy on the icy snow on the hood. He eventually cleared the hood of snow and opened it. But at what cost: in three places, the iron was cut through, not to mention dents!

But before that, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the strange behavior of a girl on the other side of me. She seemed to be sowing something on the ice that covered the windshield of the car. Agricultural work ended pretty soon and the lady climbed into her right-hand drive rattling at idle (by the way, also Toyota). Pretending to be a passerby, he decided to unravel the meaning of the mysterious manipulations. It turned out that the citizen covered the glass of her car with edible salt! Apparently, in an attempt to speed up its thawing - after all, the car had already started and the stove would have melted the ice anyway after some time.

Some time later, I was finally convinced that I was “lucky” to get into the epicenter of a real coven of idiots. That now memorable morning added a couple more “exhibits” to my collection of meaningless human activities. Among them was my housemate, who was “defrosting” the ice on the glass of his car, methodically pouring it with “anti-freeze” for the windshield washer. At the same time, he did not even try to start the car, explaining his choice by the total saving of gasoline. The next morning, I was convinced that the layer of ice on his car had only increased and acquired a cheerful greenish tint.

Another colleague in the parking lot opened the car with boiling water brought in a kettle, pouring it around the perimeter of all the doors. Why was it bad to paint on all the doors, when it was possible (since it was so impatient) to open one, and then start the car and gradually warm the rest - it is not at all clear.

The apotheosis of that frosty morning was the observation of another blonde, with the persistence of Sisyphus, trying to sweep the smooth ice from the roof of her (again Toyota) RAV4 with a snow brush ...