We had to drop our son off the other day at a friend's, his car's in for service and the garage didn't book a courtesy car to lend him for the day. They offered to re-schedule the service but he wanted to get it done.
But don't worry this isn't about garages, cars, customer service whatever all that's for the boys. Although it is about cars in a way, or at least a part of them namely those fiendish heated seats. Now I never use it but our son sometimes does, especially when the weather's cold, you see like most kids he insists on going everywhere without a coat even when it's sub zero, so when he rides in P's car it's seat heater on high.
I went too because we were stopping at P's mother's on the way back to deliver some presents. I sat in the back, which does not have heated seats, not that I needed one because fifteen minutes earlier I'd had my own seat heated rather effectively, which was actually the reason I chose to sit in the back to let my husband know I was not amused. On the short journey I was speaking with our son but not my husband. When we dropped our son off, P said I should get in the front, I said I was fine where I was thank you. He then instructed me to get in the front if I didn't want another dose of what I'd just had, so I got in the front and that's when I felt the heat transferring into my already quite-warm-enough-thank-you posterior.
My hand reached down for the control but P's got there first "Leave it on," he said, "it'll be soothing." It wasn't soothing at all, just hot all the way to his mom's.
Needless to say she was the reason I got spanked but that's another story.
Ronnie
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