There was only one witness to my stupidity this week, and he just happened to be a cute guy.
I get into my car Monday morning and turn off the air conditioning but air keeps blowing. I can hear it, I can feel it, but I can't figure out where it's coming from. After pulling off the road, shutting everything off, and turning the key back on, I can tell it's coming from under the passenger seat. There is a round contraption blowing air out and the only thing I can figure is the intake for the air is broken.
I knew I should have bought a car and got the Lagoon tickets the Toyota dealership was advertising. But no, I had to be sensible and buy new tires and brakes instead.
I run over to the mechanic that minute and drag one of his guys out to my car to assure me it's not about to blow up. Using his vast knowledge, he opened my back seat and switched the back heat unit to off.
In my defense, I had no idea the back of my car had its own heat unit. I don't ride back there. I figure when my nephews were back there over the weekend, they must have bumped it on. Now I know something even more awesome about my car, so it was totally worth being embarrassed.