It is 27 degrees F outside and the rain started out slow. Each drop coating my car with a layer of ice until my car was encrusted with ice so hard I could barely scrape it off. Monday mornings are not my favorite and facing ice or piles of snow is never any fun. I was walking in six inches of snow, which management did not clear, and cracking up the ice to get it off. First pass on windshield was not good enough. I sprayed it with de-icer but that was fruitless. I sat staring at it with my wipers ...wishing I had some coffee as I mindless stared at the ice and wishing it would break up. Not such luck..this ice I see once in a while here...it is impossible stuff. I opened my car door and opened the back door once again to fetch my ice scraper.
This time I cut slices in the ice and used more brut force to break up the remaining ice. I got most of it off--enough to drive. The electric de-icer on the back window was working great, thank God. The side windows were ok.
By the time I got to work my windshield was clean. However, our security man was out in front of the building warning us the sidewalk was a sheet of ice. It too was coated with about 1/4 inch of nastiness.
This is the winter I so loath. . .by noon with the rain and temperature rising my car will no longer be a popsical, but the memory of it will remain.