I don’t know about where you live, but where I live we get a nice rain during the winter and summer. Because I live in the desert, it’s hot and dry most of the year and so a funny thing happens. By the time the stores have the size wiper I need the rainy season ends. Then when the rain starts up again, I get the zebra striped windshield.
You know, where the wiper works here but not two inches down. So you kinda hunch over the steering wheel to get that 1-2 inches of clear glass upon which to gaze out at the world.
My husband thinks massaging the wiper blade with petroleum jelly helps them to last longer.
I think it goos up the windshield.
And I seem to be vindicated. I took his car into work, in preparation of the coming tropical storm, I bestowed upon him my truck so he could escape his work parking lot that has no drainage and becomes a pond. It sprinkled enough for me to turn on the wipers.
Sure enough zebra stripes.
The back one flails around like black licorice. Fun times.
Now, we’re looking forward to 3 days of rain, with Friday being the heaviest—i.e., half our annual rainfall is expected. Thank God, I’m off Friday.
During the lighter spots, I think I visit all the stores in a 10 mile radius to see if I can find wiper blades. This should be the last storm of the season and i want to be prepared:D
Just think, now you can take the dog for a swim in the morning. Don’t you see enough water at work? Now you gotta take it home with you?
It follows me I guess I have a wispy-washy personality