The day I am running late to get to Geisinger Medical Center (1/2 hour drive away when I'm lead-footing it) in order to pray with someone before an early morning surgery is - without fail - the morning Hermes the Honda's windows are covered in frost thick enough to require scraping.
At least I found a parking spot that wasn't in outer Mongolia, and they didn't take my parishioner back to pre-op right away, so I made it in time. But probably not so good to start the day with a couple of choice unprintables. . .
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