A couple weeks ago, if you saw a guy in a 98 Pontiac Grand Prix going east on I-80 yelling what appears to be the F-word in loud, long bursts, that was me. This is why.
I've never been a car guy, but this was pretty sad. The negligence of basic car maintenance led to me not cleaning off the windshield wiper fluid spigot, and when dirt was kicked up, in my line of site it stayed. Fun stuff.
I didn't panic, exactly, but if I had gotten into an accident my annoyance level would have verged on panic. I hate little things like that.
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