Like turkeys in an oven

Travelling for the holidays is usually an exciting thing, but this year, it was a nightmare. My parents down south asked us to bring them an antique car they had bought in our area. We agreed before thinking about what that might mean. The car drove well and had plenty of space inside and in the trunk, but it had no air conditioning or heating. When we stepped out of the house, the temperature outside that morning was 40 degrees Fahrenheit. We ran inside the car as fast as we could and covered ourselves in blankets. The first hour driving was terrible; we nearly froze. Then the sun came up and the car warmed, and as we moved further south, the temperature rose slowly. After three hours, we rolled the windows down and let the breeze in. We packed up the blankets and took off our sweaters. After another hour, we started to sweat. The car felt like an oven, and we were the turkeys. We had one more hour of driving to go. I dreamed of being in my parent’s house in the air conditioning. As the minutes passed, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. I was melting! I looked at the controls for the air conditioner and pressed one. The fan turned on, but the only thing that came out was air hotter than the temperature in the car. Finally, we arrived at my parent’s house. As soon as I stepped through the door and felt the air conditioning on my face, I felt immediate relief. We made the trip back home in the most wonderful rental car, this time, one with air conditioning.