My ordeal this morning

Now that Jeff and I are sharing a car, I decided I wanted to clean it out. After dropping J. off to school at about 10 a.m., I stopped at a gas station, parked the car, opened all the doors, and deposited my four quarters in the vacuum machine. Nothing. I went inside the gas station to ask if the machines were working. "I'm sorry, but those don't even belong to us, so I don't know." So I tried the vacuum on the other side. This time putting one quarter in seemed to do the trick. When the power shut off after a few minutes, I added four more quarters thinking that the one quarter thing was just a fluke. Nothing. It was so hot and humid that by the time I'd gone through this whole process I was beyond "glowing" (i.e. sweating with style). A man was sitting on the curb in front of the convenience store at the gas station and seemed to be watching every phase of my ordeal very intently. He kept saying things to me which I imagine were about the vacuums, but I couldn't understand a word he said with his accent. So I just continued nodding my head like I undersood, and called out things like, "Yes, that's right." So then I went home and proceeded to freeze all day in the house because of the dried perspiration on my body, but I didn't really want to take another shower since I had just taken one....Oh boy....I thought I had gotten used to this in Costa Rica, but I must be out of practice after seven years!