Thursday, December 06, 2012

Ed's New Invention

So Ed grew up in Wisconsin.  Now, "Winter In Wisconsin" sounds lovely and probably conjures up this idilic scene in most people's minds.
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Some bucolic Chapel in Wisconsin in the Winter 
Me, I think of winter as the White Dead, so it conjures up this scene in my mind.
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But that is neither here nor there - my thoughts about the evil that is winter.  The point here is that when our young hero, Eddie in this case, grew up - well, getting into the car in the morning was a chore (let's say winter for him actually looked like this....).  It was cold, wet and probably unpleasant all the way around - in particular for a mom corralling three or four boys into an AMC Pacer.  You get the drift.
What was like for our Eddie as a child
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Now however, they have invented "seat warmers" in cars.  I have heard my mother sing their praises before, and I know friends in the cold have spoken of them with affection.  But the young Ed-ster moved to LA for years where seat warmers are only usefully in the convertible after the beach (yes, I really do know people like that).  And, our first years in New York, he walked to work.
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So only now is Ed fully enjoying the magic that is electronically warmed tookus holders.
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BUT, as with all good things, they are being investigated because some old busy body burnt her ass. And she wrote her Congress person and now the National Transportation and Highway RasumFrazum is sticking it's big neck into your butt's comfort. And I quote..
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Come on people.  If your ass is literally on fire, turn the damn seat warmer off.  Don't blow it for everyone else!
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Following reports that "dozens" of individuals that suffer from partial paralysis or other reduced sensory conditions have suffered burns from heated seats, USA Today says NHTSA is now going to analyze its data on seat warmers to determine if there is a widespread safety risk posed from the feature, or if the incidents are isolated and avoidable by individual consumers.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am in the habit of driving very old cars. My newest car so far is the 2000 Camry that I currently own. About 10 years ago I was riding in my friend's brand new Outback when my ass started to grow strangely warm. I grew concerned that I was possibly getting ready to spontaneously combust and/or that the seat was going to catch fire. I said "Diane, I think my ass is on fire; better pull over." Then she explained the whole deal about seat warmers and weren't they so great and all? I'm still a little tramatized and usually ask for them to be turned off if I'm riding in a car with that particular feature. But I still stand by everyone's constitutional right to enjoy warm buns. --svh