Mr Wishy Washy and the Angry Cage Driver
OK, now I know that it's all nice and well that people are entrepreneurial enough to want to clean people's windscreens at intersections, rather than being bums, or to earn a bit of extra dough.
And I know, too, that many people find them frustrating as they feel "imposed upon" by these sneaky washer-people, to whom they then feel obliged to give money.
Today, my friends, I take the side of the latter.
Usually I just give a gentle shake of the head and they pass me by. But today, oh no. Mr Washerman decides that it is his GOD GIVEN RIGHT to put his soapy crap onto my windscreen.
Not a big deal, you say?
Well, in principle, no, not a big deal. Apart from the fact that it IRKS THE HELL out of me that people ignore the shaking head.
But today...today was worse.
No sooner than he had squirted his soapy crap all over the drivers side of my screen, the lights turned green.
And I had to drive away.
Furtherore, my windscreen washer bottle under my bonnet has run out of water, so I wiped it with the wipers, but a whole lots of soapy crap dried on the outside edge.
It just makes me mad.
/END RANT.
(And no, don't tell me it's because I should have been riding the bike. I was, in fact, going to pick up a new battery for said bike, as current battery is poked.)
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