Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Things that go ploink in the night

I was reading some Elmore Leonard last night when something went ploink, like water dripping into a shallow pan in a kitchen sink. Only I don't have a sink.

About twenty seconds later, another ploink. What could be dripping? Gas? I don't smell it.


Coolant? Nah, not at the back of the van with the nose pointed slightly down.




Ah-ha! On the shelf next to me was a Coke Zero can I'd crushed a little as a reminder it's empty. Something about the way I'd crushed it, and the changing temperature, created tension that was trying to uncrush the can.

Yay, physics.

I stomped the can flat. No more ploinking. Back to my book.

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