When you make a fast-food cashier roll her eyes, you know it"s been a long day.
Unfamiliar surroundings can make me about as smooth as when I accidentally stabbed my date with the corsage pin before junior prom (yes, that did happen). I"m on the road this week, and today I drove a certain rental car for which, I"m sure, designers had to be playing some sort of cruel joke.
Picture this: I pull up to the drive-through speaker and get ready to roll down the window when, to my surprise, I see no window crank or controller. I look on the wheel, by the air and heat knobs, by the clocknothing. A curb is to my left and right, so I can"t simply pull out of the drive-through lane. And of course, as I frantically look for the window control, a car pulls up behind me. I can"t even back out. So, with all the dignity I can muster (which isn"t much at this point), I open the door, stand by the speaker, and give my order. I get back in the car, drive up to the window, get out of the car again and stand there, meekly. The cashier looks at me like I"m some sort of nut.
It"s a rental, I say, even more meekly. I can"t find the hand crank for the window. Just unfamiliar surroundings.












