It was a hella hot day. I hopped into the car and it read 121 degrees. I know the reading is not too accurate in the scion, but let's put it this way. I never saw it past 110.
I made a turn into the Qdoba parking lot when I heard some metal sound. After 5 seconds I smelled coke. After I parked my car, I looked around for the source of the noise. I looked across the passenger's seat and there it was, splatters on the door. "Shit!" I thought, I turned my head and looked at the backseat, floor. I got soda all over my books and papers. I went around to the passenger's side to clean it up. Under the passenger seat I found a can of coke out of shape, with a little opening near the lid, in a flood-like puddle of coke. The f--king can exploded in the car due to the heat. I was pissed.
After I got out of work, I was still bummed out about the exploded can of coke, I swung the door too hard and hit something. Paint came off of my car. I was even more pissed.
Shit always comes in double.
- What a day...