Rainy Day

This morning one of my windshield wipers wasn't working. The one on the driver's side. The right one was fine, and seemed almost pleased to be doing it's job. If a windshield wiper can be peppy, this one was. Smiling, even. The left one though looked sick and sad. I turned the knob and it would quiver and cough a bit - while using all of it's strength to try to get up and push the rain from the window - and in one exhausted movement it would acquiesce and shutter against my the hood of my car like it was crying in heaves and moans. The other windshield wiper had no sympathy as he proudly shwooshed - chest full of pride. shwoosh-swish. shwoosh-swish. His weak twin grabbed him by his arm as if to help him, whispering something with pleading eyebrows. The poor little guy would latch on to the strong one and get lifted a little way across the car until with his arrogant pride the strong one would shake him off and continue on shwooshing and swishing, head high, not looking back at his fallen brother.

What all of this means is that I had to drive with my head out the window glad it wasn't too cold.