This morning on my way to work I thought I’d spray some washer fluid on to my windshield and give it a little cleaning. It wasn’t really dirty, just a little dusty. After my wipers were going for a couple of seconds I noticed about a 6 inch piece of rubber break off the blade on the drivers side. It still worked, so I wasn’t sure what really happened and wouldn’t know until I pulled up in front of the radio station and had a closer look.
Upon closer inspection it was the top rubber piece that broke off of the wiper blade. The bottom looked to be good enough to use, but just to play it safe I’ll drop by the hardware store on the way home and grab a new set of blades. The reason I go to the hardware store is simple. I don’t know how to put those darn things on, so they do it for me!
Albert Einstein once railed about the one thing he couldn’t figure out were tax forms. One of the smartest men in history couldn’t figure out how to do his own taxes. There’s poetic justice there, somewhere. Well, I’m certainly not one of the smartest men in history, but when it comes to putting on new wiper blades, I’m definitely one of the dumbest.
When I say I don’t know how to put them on my vehicle, that’s only half of the equation. I don’t even know how to get them off my vehicle!! Duh!
So, today I’ll pull up to the hardware store and hope there is nobody in there I know. The last thing I need is a bunch of my buddies standing in front of the hardware store laughing at me while Dennis puts my new blades on for me!