I quite possibly can claim that I have seen it all. Today, while driving, I spotted the ultimate in do-it-yourself creative, possibly bordering on suicidal, ways to handle a malfunctioning air conditioner. The car in front of me had installed, I shit you not, a ceiling fan on the, well, ceiling of the car. Complete with three flower shaped lights.
Ghettofied? Yeah. I'd say so.
It was also running. The driver, a hopefully already short woman, was crouching to avoid being hit by the rotating fan blades. This is one of those things it is hard to wrap your mind around. But it was certainly very interesting. I wished she hadn't tinted her windows quite so much, but I am certain of what I saw.
Now that's what I call a custom job.
Ghettofied? Yeah. I'd say so.
It was also running. The driver, a hopefully already short woman, was crouching to avoid being hit by the rotating fan blades. This is one of those things it is hard to wrap your mind around. But it was certainly very interesting. I wished she hadn't tinted her windows quite so much, but I am certain of what I saw.
Now that's what I call a custom job.
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