When I went out to pick up A. and give her a ride, I noticed that the heat in my car, for whatever malevolent reason, was not working. This was tons of fun, you betcha. By the time we got to where we needed to go, I couldn't feel my toes.
I tried looking to see if a fuse was burned out, but I couldn't figure out the fusebox in my car, and I wasn't about to squat down in a freezing parking lot with wind and all trying to figure it out. Fortunately, A. was feeling rather hungry, since she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, and so we stopped at Village Inn. This warmed me up quite nicely, thank you.
When I dropped her off at her place, she made me tea to warm me up again, which was ever so nice of her.
And when I left, the heat in the car was working again. Why it refused to work before, I have no idea. Maybe it was just being bratty. There's a lot of that going around, I think.