--In the winter I like to take special care when cleaning the windshield off. Especially the dang windshield wipers.
--There’s nothing worse than to be going down the road and finding out you forgot a little clump of ice, and as a result you can only see through a little hole the size of a muskmelon.
--Forget about pulling over to try and get it, because usually by then you've got about half a dozen whack a doodles riding your rear who think a turn signals is an invitation to get ready to pass. So they speed up and wait for you to get the Sam hill off the road.
--So you scrunch down in your seat and do the best you can all the while praying a dang Mack truck won't go by and catch you in there slip stream.
--When you finally get where your going the first thing you do is clean the dang windshield wiper's and refill the washing fluid. And then go off to find your wife.
--My wife has spent years trying to change my behavior, but finally just accepts it I guess. Because that's what you do when your married to a old fuss bucket ...
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