A friend of mine came by the other day with his new car. It was a used car but new to him and he was excited about it and insisted I go for a ride. As a new car it was a luxury model but even used it still had all the bells and whistles. I got the tour of all the knobs, levers and lights as we drove down the street. We got to the end of the tour and he pointed at the last lever. It had an on/off switch above it and a lever that slid back and forth with lights that went on as he pushed it to the right. “This is my favorite one,” he said. “Do you feel it? Heated seats!”
I felt a warmth coming from below. It felt good. A little unusual but good and I squirmed to take advantage of it. During winter in Minnesota we’ll take warmth wherever we find it.
“You know,’ my friend said, “I’ve always liked a warm seat but the only way I could get it before now was to pass gas.”
I am so thankful some automotive engineer some where had the idea to run high resistant coated electrical wires through this car’s seat cushions. It was -7 degrees that day and I had the feeling my friend would have tried his alternative method. At -7 there was no way I wanted to be hanging my head out the window like a dog. I would have. I just wouldn’t have wanted to.
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