It’s 84 degrees outside. The air conditioning in my car is not working. My windows are rolled down. It feels like a hundred degrees while waiting at stoplights. Suddenly, my car makes a beeline for the drive-through at the local DQ, as though it has a mind of its own! There’s only one sane thing to do, so I do it. Freezing cold vanilla milkshake [with whipped cream and a cherry on top] = instant air conditioning. Yes!
