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I appologize in advance for what is most likely going to be an angry rant, but I have to let the rage out!!!!
Ok, so let me set the scene here:
Yesterday, I was travelling home (PA) from Maine. The trip is about 580 miles, and is very boring (on rte 95 most of the way).
In the morning (yes - early morning ... maybe 5am) I wake up. I was sleeping at a rest stop. Well, not really AT the rest stop since techinically I was sleeping in my 2004 Silverado Ext. Cab ... in the rest stop's parking lot.
Appearantly 'Victory Red' is an attractant for seagulls. As I open my tired, bloodshot, road-weary eyes, I notice my windshield is nearly covered with seagull droppings!
Of course, after some cursing, bad mouthing the seagulls, and some other childish behavior, I turned on the wipers, and tried to squirt some washer fluid on the window.
Of course, now with the wipers on, window smeared over, I realize that there is NO washer fluid left!
Then, seemingly planned, the trucks on-board computer broadcasts the following message onto the dash:
"CHECK WASHER FLUID" ......
Oh really!!!!!!!!! I swear this truck just did this to tick me off.
So I leave, back down 95, with my head out the window. Now, I don't know if you've ever felt 12 degree weather at 55+ miles per hour, but let me tell you, it froze the snot dripping out of my nose and made my mustache into a booger-sicle.
Finally, after what seemed like a million miles (10 to be exact) I roll up on a small gas station. As luck would have it, it was a 24 hour station, so I was in luck.
I drive up to the gas pumps, park, and get out. I must have looked like a crazed man, because although I said hi to the guy at the pump across from me, he only seemed to cower in fear, whimper, and hop into his car and leave.
Now it's just me and a woman in a soccer-mom-ish mini van. I look around for the squeege and can't find the one on my island. I asked the attendant and he said there was only one at the other island (where the mini-van was).
I look over, and the woman is washing her windows.
I wait patiently, as she washes front, back, and side windows. As she finished the last window I started to step towards her. And I spoke:
"May I have the squeegee when you are done? Thanks."
to which she replied:
"Yep, I'll be done in a minute"
Ok, fine so I go over to my truck, start filling the washer bottle with the near-gold-priced washer solvent I purchased from Mohammed (that was really his name - he had a tag). By the way, it was 4.75 for washer fluid. Ouch!!!
My truck swallows the entire gallon and as I go to throw away the empty bottle I see the mini-van lady scrubbing her WHEELS & WHEELWELLS with the window squeege.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Could this woman (other words could be used here) be so ignorant that she didn't understand that it's only supposed to be used to clean your windows????
I was furious, and had had enough. I walked over, and politely said:
"Ma'am - that's really only for windows. The road grime you are cleaning off your wheels is going to end up on someone else's [mine] windows."
to which she said "I don't care. The car wash isn't open yet."
I was dumbfounded, and since I enjoy my freedom, I decided to let it ride. I figured I would just rinse it out well when she was done.
Tragically, for the squeegee anyway, she got it caught in the wheelhouse on something, and I saw her yank it out, and look at it like IT had done something wrong.
A few moments later, she laid the squeegee to rest in it's blueish-brown liquidly home, and drive off.
I walked over, picked it up, and lo-and-behold she had torn the fabric and foam completely off!!!!!!!
I flipped. All I wanted to do was wash my windows!!!!!! I screamed the 'F' word, and got into my truck. I pulled away from the pump, and had to squirt nearly the entire bottle of washer fluid to get it clean.
I just can believe people are so ignorant and selfish that they would use the window squeegee to clean other parts of their car.
Thanks for listening.... I feel better now.
Ok, so let me set the scene here:
Yesterday, I was travelling home (PA) from Maine. The trip is about 580 miles, and is very boring (on rte 95 most of the way).
In the morning (yes - early morning ... maybe 5am) I wake up. I was sleeping at a rest stop. Well, not really AT the rest stop since techinically I was sleeping in my 2004 Silverado Ext. Cab ... in the rest stop's parking lot.
Appearantly 'Victory Red' is an attractant for seagulls. As I open my tired, bloodshot, road-weary eyes, I notice my windshield is nearly covered with seagull droppings!
Of course, after some cursing, bad mouthing the seagulls, and some other childish behavior, I turned on the wipers, and tried to squirt some washer fluid on the window.
Of course, now with the wipers on, window smeared over, I realize that there is NO washer fluid left!
Then, seemingly planned, the trucks on-board computer broadcasts the following message onto the dash:
"CHECK WASHER FLUID" ......
Oh really!!!!!!!!! I swear this truck just did this to tick me off.
So I leave, back down 95, with my head out the window. Now, I don't know if you've ever felt 12 degree weather at 55+ miles per hour, but let me tell you, it froze the snot dripping out of my nose and made my mustache into a booger-sicle.
Finally, after what seemed like a million miles (10 to be exact) I roll up on a small gas station. As luck would have it, it was a 24 hour station, so I was in luck.
I drive up to the gas pumps, park, and get out. I must have looked like a crazed man, because although I said hi to the guy at the pump across from me, he only seemed to cower in fear, whimper, and hop into his car and leave.
Now it's just me and a woman in a soccer-mom-ish mini van. I look around for the squeege and can't find the one on my island. I asked the attendant and he said there was only one at the other island (where the mini-van was).
I look over, and the woman is washing her windows.
I wait patiently, as she washes front, back, and side windows. As she finished the last window I started to step towards her. And I spoke:
"May I have the squeegee when you are done? Thanks."
to which she replied:
"Yep, I'll be done in a minute"
Ok, fine so I go over to my truck, start filling the washer bottle with the near-gold-priced washer solvent I purchased from Mohammed (that was really his name - he had a tag). By the way, it was 4.75 for washer fluid. Ouch!!!
My truck swallows the entire gallon and as I go to throw away the empty bottle I see the mini-van lady scrubbing her WHEELS & WHEELWELLS with the window squeege.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Could this woman (other words could be used here) be so ignorant that she didn't understand that it's only supposed to be used to clean your windows????
I was furious, and had had enough. I walked over, and politely said:
"Ma'am - that's really only for windows. The road grime you are cleaning off your wheels is going to end up on someone else's [mine] windows."
to which she said "I don't care. The car wash isn't open yet."
I was dumbfounded, and since I enjoy my freedom, I decided to let it ride. I figured I would just rinse it out well when she was done.
Tragically, for the squeegee anyway, she got it caught in the wheelhouse on something, and I saw her yank it out, and look at it like IT had done something wrong.
A few moments later, she laid the squeegee to rest in it's blueish-brown liquidly home, and drive off.
I walked over, picked it up, and lo-and-behold she had torn the fabric and foam completely off!!!!!!!
I flipped. All I wanted to do was wash my windows!!!!!! I screamed the 'F' word, and got into my truck. I pulled away from the pump, and had to squirt nearly the entire bottle of washer fluid to get it clean.
I just can believe people are so ignorant and selfish that they would use the window squeegee to clean other parts of their car.
Thanks for listening.... I feel better now.