CHARLESTON, WV — Tim Bledsoe turned his truck’s heated seat up to three Monday morning and asked his wife why she was wearing such a heavy coat.
“It’s for my back,” Bledsoe said, as his wife watched him aim both dashboard vents at his knees. “I’ve been stiff since I scraped the windshield.”
Bledsoe, who considers putting on long pants before Thanksgiving an admission of some kind, left the house in shorts, work boots and the brown canvas coat he ordinarily wears to split wood. His wife, Karen, said she had to open the passenger door because he had both hands tucked into his sleeves.
“He put his coffee between his knees at the first red light,” she said. “Said the cup holder was rattling.”
At the gas station, Bledsoe left the truck running while he went inside for a biscuit. When he got back, he spent several minutes explaining to a man in insulated bibs that the air felt pretty good once you got moving. The other man was already back inside his truck by the time Bledsoe finished.
Karen put a pair of jeans in the back seat while he was inside. Bledsoe discovered them that afternoon and thanked her for bringing something to cover the windshield.
