This past weekend I discovered a new arch nemesis of mine. You would think it’d be a person or something harmful to me, but no, it's not. It's an essential object that wipes away the tears of the sky while driving, meant to enhance your vision of the roads ahead. You guessed it, windshield wipers.
I was having a great day at work, making sandwiches, salads, and pouring huge amounts of soup in bread bowls. Time flew by and it was time to take my lunch break. I decided to make a 6 inch turkey sandwich with mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, onion, and provolone cheese, and of course I toasted it in the oven. I grabbed a soda and a bag of chips and trotted to the car. I saw a friend and we talked for a minute, and with a funny grin on my face I sat in the driver's seat to prepare to eat the delicious masterpiece I had just concocted. Unfortunately it was extremely hot in the car, so I turned on the car then the AC and relaxed for a minute to enjoy the moment of silence. Then disaster struck.
Now something I forgot to mention is that I have my license, but unfortunately no car insurance. And the car I was sitting in? Yeah, that was my sisters. Technically I hadn’t driven since my license test back in October of 2021, it was now March 2022 and obviously my memory of the objects in the car were a bit foggy, so no judging.
I’m not sure what exactly caused this tragedy, but suddenly the windshield wipers just turned on. Without a hesitation I clicked up and it stopped for a few seconds and *swoosh* the wipers went. And I tricked clicking again and again there was pause then *swoosh.* At this point my patience was not tested, but the annoyance began. Again and again I went clicking and *swoosh, swoosh, swoosh,* the wipers went. Now I was mad. The aroma of my delicious sandwich was already filling the car, my stomach growling, and the embarrassment I had of the people walking by seeing my struggle was just getting to me. At this point I was just clicking up and down, and the windshield wipers were just continuing to *swoosh.* I suddenly pulled it back and the windshield cleaner came out spraying the car. Then the wipers went spreading it around. I suddenly came to the conclusion that this was never going to be fixed. I was devastated then I did one more click and bam it stopped. No more swooshing. I was relieved.
In conclusion, you can stop the windshield wipers by putting the thing in its original position, that's what I googled anyway. I still have no clue where the original position is, so when tragedy strikes again, history will definitely repeat itself.
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I’ve faced this same issue, the only difference being that I don’t have a license, a car nor a job. Though I could probably write a blog about that as well (but I didn’t). I also like the repetition of the *swoosh* because it really highlights how much of a bother the wipers became for you, and the determination to get them turned off. If only I could have that same drive when it actually comes to me doing my work.
ReplyDeleteThis post about your sister’s car is actually pretty funny. Having my permit and learning to drive(hopefully getting my license during spring break), I use windshield wipers when it rains. This year there wasn’t much rain so I barely had to use them driving to school. I’ve gotten used to my car's functions so I would know how many clicks stop the wipers. Pretty sure as time goes by, you would get used to it.
ReplyDeleteI have a permit, and there have been a couple of times when I’ve accidentally turned on the windshield wipers, one time in public when people were around. My dad quickly turned them off though, but it was still embarrassing for me, so I understand the pain of being watched when you don’t know what you’re doing.
ReplyDeleteThe descriptive language you used was very good and your whole topic was very funny. I do agree that windshield wipers are so confusing on a car so when it rains I just give up.
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