It is very important to make sure the car is
maintained before leaving for Florida. Lets take a trip back to
2010.
~~2010~~
We were making good headway toward Florida until the skies opened and we drove into a downpour. I flipped the wipers on high. The driver's wiper was doing an excellent job but the passenger's wiper was shot and my wife couldn't see anything.
After a short distance I pulled into a truck stop and parked under an awning so I could pump some gas while staying dry from the rain. "I am going into the truck stop to find a new windshield wiper," my wife said.
"No, don't." I warned. For whatever reason, wipers are the most difficult thing in the world to change. You would think they would be simple but I have spent many frustrating hours trying to change a wiper. "The wiper works a little. If you ruin it we will be stuck."
"Don't worry," she said, and went into the truck stop. I know exactly where this is going. The Family stranded at the truck stop due to a windshield wiper. This is going to be a perfect "told you so" moment!
Linda returned with the wiper and says "are you going to help me?"
"Nope."
By this time I had climbed comfortably back into the van. I wasn't going to be part of this mistake! "I'll help you," my teenage daughter says, and climbs out of the van.
Two girls in a rain storm attempting fruitlessly to change the wiper. I sit, arms folded, fuming. When what do you suppose I see? Two men come out of the truck stop, jog through the rain, and come over to help the poor damsels in distress. They are going to help the girls change the wiper! Obviously they don't know the jerk-of-a-husband is sitting in the front seat. I sunk down a little, hoping they might not see me.
As Our luck would have it, the good Samaritans broke the new windshield wiper! They told my wife to wait and they would be right back. When they returned they had a mechanic from the truck stop! We now had three men helping these poor stranded girls (and the good for nothing lazy guy sitting in the front seat). My pride forbid me from getting out of the van at this point.
The mechanic snapped on a new blade with ease and said there would be no charge. And with a thank you and a smile, my wife got back into the van.
And there I was left. My "told you so" opportunity blown. Instead, I looked like a schmuck.
~~2010~~
We were making good headway toward Florida until the skies opened and we drove into a downpour. I flipped the wipers on high. The driver's wiper was doing an excellent job but the passenger's wiper was shot and my wife couldn't see anything.
After a short distance I pulled into a truck stop and parked under an awning so I could pump some gas while staying dry from the rain. "I am going into the truck stop to find a new windshield wiper," my wife said.
"No, don't." I warned. For whatever reason, wipers are the most difficult thing in the world to change. You would think they would be simple but I have spent many frustrating hours trying to change a wiper. "The wiper works a little. If you ruin it we will be stuck."
"Don't worry," she said, and went into the truck stop. I know exactly where this is going. The Family stranded at the truck stop due to a windshield wiper. This is going to be a perfect "told you so" moment!
Linda returned with the wiper and says "are you going to help me?"
"Nope."
By this time I had climbed comfortably back into the van. I wasn't going to be part of this mistake! "I'll help you," my teenage daughter says, and climbs out of the van.
Two girls in a rain storm attempting fruitlessly to change the wiper. I sit, arms folded, fuming. When what do you suppose I see? Two men come out of the truck stop, jog through the rain, and come over to help the poor damsels in distress. They are going to help the girls change the wiper! Obviously they don't know the jerk-of-a-husband is sitting in the front seat. I sunk down a little, hoping they might not see me.
As Our luck would have it, the good Samaritans broke the new windshield wiper! They told my wife to wait and they would be right back. When they returned they had a mechanic from the truck stop! We now had three men helping these poor stranded girls (and the good for nothing lazy guy sitting in the front seat). My pride forbid me from getting out of the van at this point.
The mechanic snapped on a new blade with ease and said there would be no charge. And with a thank you and a smile, my wife got back into the van.
And there I was left. My "told you so" opportunity blown. Instead, I looked like a schmuck.
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