The car door felt hot enough to cook an egg.  The interior was no better, if not infinitely worse.  When the door opened, the blast of hot air almost knocked me over.

“Shit.”

I stingily reached inside and turned on the car and rolled the windows down.  There wasn’t enough gas to run the A.C. (even if there was any fluid left), so I had with simply running the fans on cool to circulate the air.

“God, this is bullshit.  Once things get back to normal, this is the first thing fixed.”

I gingerly sat in the scalding seat, put it in drive and took off, hoping the bit of gas would last me the whole trip.