Let me explain.
Due to a unexpected snow removal day, I had to rush out of my lot this morning, despite the fact I usually walk to work. Of course, my car wouldn’t start. A friendly neighbor with an impressive mane of curly black hair did me the favor of giving me a jump start
As I’m wont to do around attractive women, of course, I screwed it up. First, I hooked it up backwards, then once I fixed that, I let the clamps touch each other. AND I didn’t have her shut the engine off first.
Yes, I know. Red to red, THEN black to frame. The worst part is I KNEW that, I’ve given dozens of jumps, I used to work the overnight shift at a c-store.
Hey, I was excited! Things happen! And I’d never received one before!
Anyway, while unhooking the clamps, I noticed a little 3d flower of blueish white, snowlike substance around one of the terminals. Snowy crystals or foam, maybe. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there when we started. It wasn’t until after we’d parted I realized this might be a Bad Thing. In my inadequate defense, we were both in a rush, but I still should have realized it at the time. Ah, well.
So, what happened? It was cold, if it matters, noticeably below freezing, but not nightmarishly so.
Do I owe the young lady a new battery? Is she going to be stranded at work and freeze to death? It likely to explode, as part of her upcoming super-heroine origin story?
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This is why I am no longer allowed to use electricity around women . . .