Moving from Seattle to Pittsburgh is a mixed bag. This morning I was thinking about how my Jeep's air conditioning had recently gone from theoretical, like the cruise control I never use, to an imperative second only to oxygen—and not a distant second, either.
"Add some Freon" is a phrase that hasn't crossed my mind in decades. I can't say I missed it.
Other long-dormant, three-word phrases making a sudden comeback in my life:
- Butt-crack sweat
- Buy an umbrella
- State income taxes
- Local incomes taxes
- High property taxes
- Cold cranking amps
- It's the humidity
- High utility bills
- Dumpster gang tag
- Shady-ass shit
- Chicken and waffles
- Knowledgeable sports fan
- Got a babysitter
- No green arrow
- Fly-ass motherfucker
- Best snow blower
- Wanna get lunch?
- Live music tonight
- Bagels and lox
- Best fall colors
- Marble rye rueben
- Thank you, sir
- You're most welcome