An event today triggered a realization about what late fall, early winter, and cold weather in general really represents: static electricity shocks.
An aspect of the season I had completely forgotten about, yet could not forget about enough, because it is the most annoying thing in the entire universe. The dry, cold air generating enough stored irritation on our fingertips to remind ourselves every time we touch something that yeah, nature is obnoxious.
When I reached out to give the secretary two quarters for a stamp, I felt the weird rush, the pop, the shock, and I just said “FUCK.” It must be the season.
Go to open the car door. ZZZT. Go to get a drink of water from the fountain. ZZZZZT. Open the door to the house. ZZZZZT. ZZZZT.
ZZZZT.
I mean, what’s the deal with that
I didn’t realize there was a season. I get shocked all the time. but that’s probably just because i am too close to a playground or something.
this is precisely why i only use email and walk everywhere and only drink bottled water.