It's becoming apparent that we are "not from around here" by the little things that seem to surprise us. For example, Derek and I jumped in the car yesterday morning for a relatively early trip to the airport (yes, I'm already off to Portland for Thanksgiving, leaving Derek among the boxes for a few more days). After enjoying the sunrise and our steaming bowls of oatmeal to keep us warm outside, we hopped in the car. Well, to our surprise, there was ice on the windshield! Actually, it was probably more like frost, but it was still a very foreign substance to find on the windshield of our car. Confirming that we weren't going crazy, we did notice that the grass was crunchy with morning frost and that a lot of things seemed to have a sparkly sheen to them. I guess it really does get cold around here.
Having no ice scraper in close reach (or anywhere closer than the nearest store), we resorted to the next best thing - I removed the little credit-card fob that gave me access to the gym in SB from my key ring and handed it to Derek. As you can envision, this is similar to those mini fobs that most grocery store chains hand out to frequent shoppers - approximately 1" wide and 2" long. So Derek jumps out of the car and dutifully scrapes off the entire windshield with this tiny make-shift device and we were on our way.
I think an ice scraper will need to be a purchase in the near future. Otherwise people might start to wonder who exactly has moved into the neighborhood. Crazy Californians!
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