I was driving in to the city yesterday afternoon and it began to rain (what a shock). So I flicked on the windshield wipers in my car. They start swishing back and forth, back and forth, until suddenly, the driver side wiper makes a horrible scrundelling sound (yes, that's right - "scrundelling" - deal with it), the blade snaps clean off the arm and goes flying over the roof of my car.
WTF?
Seriously, whose car throws a windshield wiper blade? I mean really?
At the next light, I could see the people in the car behind me absolutely losing it, laughing at what they had just witnessed.
So I drove through the rain very carefully because I couldn't turn my wipers on (and even if I had, fat lot of good it'd have done me anyway)... upon arriving at my destination (the library!) I called my mom:
"Hi Kimme, what's wrong?"
"Guess what happened during the drive in!"
"Do you have another flat tire?" (I should really just put CAA on speed dial given how often I call them regarding flat tires, dead batteries, keys locked in the car (both while it was running ("fun" story involving getting rear-ended by a SEMI immediately prior) and not running), etc.)
"Nope, my driver side windshield wiper flew off!"
...
I then called a friend to accompany (and by "accompany", I really mean "hold my hand through the dilemma because I'm clueless") me in purchasing a new wiper so that when the next torrential rainstorm hit (an hour and a half later... pouring with such intensity that driving 40 km/h with the wipers going as fast as they could, I was still terrified and had very little visibility... seriously, Saskatchewan, your weather is TOO crazy), I wouldn't die in a horrible flooded out crash.
After a day and a half with my new windshield wipers, I can say for certain that they have already paid for themselves.
"That's not a knife. THIS is a knife"
"That's a spoon"
"Ah, I see you've played Knifey-Spoony before"
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