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*thuds head repeatedly on desk*
I've owned my car for *counts* about 3 years now, galloping towards 4. And yet, somehow, I've only just noticed the control buttons on my steering wheel (the frickin' steering wheel!!) which let me control the volume and track selections for the cd player.
I mean, I must have always been able to see them, they're not subtle!! Yet it's never, ever registered that I could, y'know, use them instead of taking my eyes off the road to press a button on the cd console.
There are days when I despair of me and can only console myself by knowing that senility doesn't lie in wait for me in old age, it's already here.
*sobs*
Memo to self: move up "buying a t-shirt with "I R Smart" on it" up your "to-do" list.
I've owned my car for *counts* about 3 years now, galloping towards 4. And yet, somehow, I've only just noticed the control buttons on my steering wheel (the frickin' steering wheel!!) which let me control the volume and track selections for the cd player.
I mean, I must have always been able to see them, they're not subtle!! Yet it's never, ever registered that I could, y'know, use them instead of taking my eyes off the road to press a button on the cd console.
There are days when I despair of me and can only console myself by knowing that senility doesn't lie in wait for me in old age, it's already here.
*sobs*
Memo to self: move up "buying a t-shirt with "I R Smart" on it" up your "to-do" list.
embarrassed
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