I'm not going to spend a lot of time on this one, and it seems so obvious to me, but since other people don't seem to know this, I think it ought to be said: online interaction is not the same as personal interaction. They work differently.
When you are speaking online with someone it is important to remember that tone, body language and the like cannot be communicated. Statistics says that communication is only 7% the words that you choose to use. That in itself should make people very weary of how and what they say in online communication.
You know what's hard to understand online? Sarcasm, anger, jokes, etc. Perhaps we ought to be careful using those emotions online? Perhaps we ought to not be pissed when there are misunderstandings because of these things. Perhaps people ought to be careful with their online communication...and because this is online, when I say "perhaps" I actually mean "do."
Do be careful about online interaction. And stop being pissy when people don't understand what you were trying to say. And have a little grace.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
About hatred...
I am in an area that is severely hindered by their hatred of religions other than Christianity and races other than Caucasian. Almost daily I receive forwards that are blatantly hateful and in many cases ignorant. I want so badly to respond to these emails but cannot.
The emails range from simple to intricate, enticing me to forward them on if I am in fact a true American or a true Christian. What bothers me the most is the amount of hate that spews from the pages as I read. Every single person sending me these forwards claims the name of Christ and yet; they have hate in their hearts.
I wonder do they actually read these emails before sending them on or is there some kind of social norm that requires them to do so? I wonder how am I to respond? By doing nothing am I condoning their actions? What is the right thing to do? Because of my position I have to be very careful in my interaction. How can I show them what Jesus meant when he said, “Love one another”? I feel sure that he didn’t slip “only the Christians” into that statement. I KNOW he didn’t mean “only the white people” because hell, Jesus wasn’t white.
So here’s the thing, I feel heartbroken. I feel burdened deep within both for these people, and for the ones they hate. There are so many that just don’t get it. God is love. God is LOVE. Why is it that we act so unloving?
The emails range from simple to intricate, enticing me to forward them on if I am in fact a true American or a true Christian. What bothers me the most is the amount of hate that spews from the pages as I read. Every single person sending me these forwards claims the name of Christ and yet; they have hate in their hearts.
I wonder do they actually read these emails before sending them on or is there some kind of social norm that requires them to do so? I wonder how am I to respond? By doing nothing am I condoning their actions? What is the right thing to do? Because of my position I have to be very careful in my interaction. How can I show them what Jesus meant when he said, “Love one another”? I feel sure that he didn’t slip “only the Christians” into that statement. I KNOW he didn’t mean “only the white people” because hell, Jesus wasn’t white.
So here’s the thing, I feel heartbroken. I feel burdened deep within both for these people, and for the ones they hate. There are so many that just don’t get it. God is love. God is LOVE. Why is it that we act so unloving?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
About racism...
Nothing makes me more angry than people who are incredibly rude, thoughtless and racist and think they're funny.
We have a neighbor who is from Yemen, for his safety I will not tell you his real name but I will call him Joe. He is a lovely man, funny and kind, he has welcomed us willingly into his life and he owns a business down the street that we frequent.
Have you ever frequented a small business? It seems like there are always people who love to just hang out there by the counter bothering the people working. They have nothing better to do than lean on the counter and talk constantly for hours on end about nothing in particular. Well at Joe's store there is a man who does this named Mike. Mike is a classic counter-leaner, who is always there and you wonder if he has a job or anyone to come home to. He is hairy and large and is always sweating like it's 100 degrees out. This man has given me the heeby-jeebies since we moved here.
Well anyway, one day we walked in and got a few items and checked out. We had exchanged pleasantries with Joe and were walking out the door when Mike addressed us with a question. After answering, Mike continued to engage us in conversation for the next 25 minutes with no break for us to escape gracefully. He would move from one story to the next with no pause to catch a breath.
He moved from gambling to being a published poet seamlessly and then moved on to talk about his brother purchasing a hooker in Vegas. Why this man thought we would care about any these things is beyond me and we tried a few times to back away and get out with no luck.
Mike finally moved on to talk about Joe, our neighbor, who had been standing behind the counter the whole time. Mike talked about how often they hung out (by hang out did he mean he leaned on Joe's counter?) I'm not even sure how it came up but he told us he called Joe "camel" which is short for camel-jockey. Noticing the look on our faces he laughed and said it was ok, because they were such good friends. We looked at Joe with raised eyebrows, he just shrugged.
The thing is, I don't even think that Mike knew he was being such a racist bastard. But ignorance does not excuse this kind of behavior. So here's the thing about racism...in no way is it ok, in no way is it acceptable behavior. There is no excuse for ever using racial slurs. Mike is rude in many ways; but ultimately I can handle his never ceasing conversation about God-knows what, I can handle his counter-leaning and his gross tank-tops, I can even handle his 3-toothed grin, but I cannot and will not handle his blatant racism.
Unlike my other blogs, this one is not just a rant, this one is about an issue that needs to be dealt with:
There are a lot of ways that we can fight racism, we must show that we believe racism to be cowardly, shameful and beneath contempt. Our best weapons against racism are our common sense and our unity against racist violence and exploitation. Our goal needs to be social equality for all people.
And while it’s important to take part in rallies, letter-writing campaigns and the like to fight racism, it’s also important to speak out against racism in everyday life. So, the next time a coworker tells a racist joke or a family member complains about a certain ethnic group, do your part and speak up. It’s hard to fight racism at large if you can’t stand up to it in your own backyard. I'm going to do my part, you need to do yours too.
We have a neighbor who is from Yemen, for his safety I will not tell you his real name but I will call him Joe. He is a lovely man, funny and kind, he has welcomed us willingly into his life and he owns a business down the street that we frequent.
Have you ever frequented a small business? It seems like there are always people who love to just hang out there by the counter bothering the people working. They have nothing better to do than lean on the counter and talk constantly for hours on end about nothing in particular. Well at Joe's store there is a man who does this named Mike. Mike is a classic counter-leaner, who is always there and you wonder if he has a job or anyone to come home to. He is hairy and large and is always sweating like it's 100 degrees out. This man has given me the heeby-jeebies since we moved here.
Well anyway, one day we walked in and got a few items and checked out. We had exchanged pleasantries with Joe and were walking out the door when Mike addressed us with a question. After answering, Mike continued to engage us in conversation for the next 25 minutes with no break for us to escape gracefully. He would move from one story to the next with no pause to catch a breath.
He moved from gambling to being a published poet seamlessly and then moved on to talk about his brother purchasing a hooker in Vegas. Why this man thought we would care about any these things is beyond me and we tried a few times to back away and get out with no luck.
Mike finally moved on to talk about Joe, our neighbor, who had been standing behind the counter the whole time. Mike talked about how often they hung out (by hang out did he mean he leaned on Joe's counter?) I'm not even sure how it came up but he told us he called Joe "camel" which is short for camel-jockey. Noticing the look on our faces he laughed and said it was ok, because they were such good friends. We looked at Joe with raised eyebrows, he just shrugged.
The thing is, I don't even think that Mike knew he was being such a racist bastard. But ignorance does not excuse this kind of behavior. So here's the thing about racism...in no way is it ok, in no way is it acceptable behavior. There is no excuse for ever using racial slurs. Mike is rude in many ways; but ultimately I can handle his never ceasing conversation about God-knows what, I can handle his counter-leaning and his gross tank-tops, I can even handle his 3-toothed grin, but I cannot and will not handle his blatant racism.
Unlike my other blogs, this one is not just a rant, this one is about an issue that needs to be dealt with:
There are a lot of ways that we can fight racism, we must show that we believe racism to be cowardly, shameful and beneath contempt. Our best weapons against racism are our common sense and our unity against racist violence and exploitation. Our goal needs to be social equality for all people.
And while it’s important to take part in rallies, letter-writing campaigns and the like to fight racism, it’s also important to speak out against racism in everyday life. So, the next time a coworker tells a racist joke or a family member complains about a certain ethnic group, do your part and speak up. It’s hard to fight racism at large if you can’t stand up to it in your own backyard. I'm going to do my part, you need to do yours too.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
About Insurance Companies....
So recently I had a fairly minor out-patient surgery. Now don't get me wrong, even though it was minor it hurt like hell and took forever to heal (actually I still am having some residual issues). However, my point is that in the scheme of life, it was pretty minor.
So anyway, I had until this week gotten several bills for this surgery, normal stuff that I assumed I would get. Anesthesiology $400 with insurance covering over half, the bill from the doctor for his time (or whatever) $1,345, with insurance covering all but $88. Now these things I was ok with. Hell, I pay insurance, I'm not even sure why my bills were this high, but I was ok with it.
Well this week I got another bill, from the hospital. The bill was around $7,500, insurance covered a majority of it but still left $2,110 for me to pay. My question is this, why the hell do I pay a few hundred dollars a month for health insurance if they aren't going to cover a doctor recommended necessary surgery? And why the hell did the itemized bill have among several items I did not recognize, a $400 bill for anesthesiology? Am I paying for this service twice that made me sick for two days after surgery?
So here's the thing about insurance companies...they are crooks. They are crooked sneaky bastards. My parents told me that I would have to call and argue with them about the surgery and they will adjust some of the payments. My question is why do I have to do this? I pay them a few hundred dollars a month to take care of this shit for me, so that I don't have to do it. Right? No? So what the hell am I paying them for? The last few years of health insurance I was purchasing could have paid for this surgery outright if I'd put it into a savings account instead. I hate insurance companies. I hate their greediness, I hate their uselessness, I hate their policies that are meant to screw honest hard-working people out of their very little money.
I hate them, and I hate that my next week is going to be consumed on the phone going back and forth between the insurance company and the hospital trying to figure out who did what and what codes need to be changed in order for my health insurance to pay for my health issues that they are meant to be paying for.
Usually I can end my blog and still be angry, and yes this pisses me off, but right now I feel more like crying. We have just made a major life decision that requires a fair amount of money (buying a house) and then this comes along. What are we going to do?
I'm not sure, but what I am sure of is this: I hate insurance companies, I really do.
So anyway, I had until this week gotten several bills for this surgery, normal stuff that I assumed I would get. Anesthesiology $400 with insurance covering over half, the bill from the doctor for his time (or whatever) $1,345, with insurance covering all but $88. Now these things I was ok with. Hell, I pay insurance, I'm not even sure why my bills were this high, but I was ok with it.
Well this week I got another bill, from the hospital. The bill was around $7,500, insurance covered a majority of it but still left $2,110 for me to pay. My question is this, why the hell do I pay a few hundred dollars a month for health insurance if they aren't going to cover a doctor recommended necessary surgery? And why the hell did the itemized bill have among several items I did not recognize, a $400 bill for anesthesiology? Am I paying for this service twice that made me sick for two days after surgery?
So here's the thing about insurance companies...they are crooks. They are crooked sneaky bastards. My parents told me that I would have to call and argue with them about the surgery and they will adjust some of the payments. My question is why do I have to do this? I pay them a few hundred dollars a month to take care of this shit for me, so that I don't have to do it. Right? No? So what the hell am I paying them for? The last few years of health insurance I was purchasing could have paid for this surgery outright if I'd put it into a savings account instead. I hate insurance companies. I hate their greediness, I hate their uselessness, I hate their policies that are meant to screw honest hard-working people out of their very little money.
I hate them, and I hate that my next week is going to be consumed on the phone going back and forth between the insurance company and the hospital trying to figure out who did what and what codes need to be changed in order for my health insurance to pay for my health issues that they are meant to be paying for.
Usually I can end my blog and still be angry, and yes this pisses me off, but right now I feel more like crying. We have just made a major life decision that requires a fair amount of money (buying a house) and then this comes along. What are we going to do?
I'm not sure, but what I am sure of is this: I hate insurance companies, I really do.
Friday, August 28, 2009
About blog backgrounds....
So here's the thing about holiday decorating, it's never too early.
I'm working on a rant, I know I've been MIA, but I'm back and I've got some stuff to say.
I'm working on a rant, I know I've been MIA, but I'm back and I've got some stuff to say.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
About stupid people...
And I don't use that word lightly. My spouse and I were watching "Who wants to be Millionaire" and there was a lady on who was so stupid it made me a little bit crazy, maybe a lot crazy. We did not see her first few questions but she was going for $1000 as we turned it on. The question was this:
Who shares their first name with a month on the French calendar?
A. Britney Spears
B. Ashlee Simpson
C. Avril Levigne
D. Beyonce Knowles
She used a lifeline - the ask an expert one, and got it right...but ultimately she should not have needed a lifeline (in my opinion). If you would have needed a lifeline, perhaps you shouldn't read the rest of this post.
So I was feeling annoyed because I already feel like they put people on Millionaire who are not only stupid but also appear to lack common sense, which this lady obviously did. Well this was her next question:
The New York Islanders have a silhouette of what island on their jerseys?
A. Long Island
B. Hilton Head
C. And, well I don't remember the other two Islands but they WERE NOT in New York
So she of course called her husband, even though Meredith emphasized "NEW YORK." Man, this woman was dumb. Her husband got it right and she moved on (sheesh) to this question:
(DON'T LOOK DOWN) On a QWERTY keyboard which of these letters is not directly above the space bar?
A. M
B. B
C. P
D. V
Ok, so you are looking at a keyboard, but truly my spouse and I both knew the answer without looking at a keyboard...I bet you would have known it too. So she decided to double dip, because apparently she has never used a computer. And get this...she got it wrong! She guessed M and then B.
So here's the thing about stupid people, they make me angry. How can you possibly think you should sign up for "Who wants to be a Millionaire" and not know these things which I believe to be common knowledge. That lady didn't deserve the $1000 she got. Sigh*
I am disappointed in humanity. I guess what my spouse says is true, "The thing about common sense is that it isn't all that common."
Who shares their first name with a month on the French calendar?
A. Britney Spears
B. Ashlee Simpson
C. Avril Levigne
D. Beyonce Knowles
She used a lifeline - the ask an expert one, and got it right...but ultimately she should not have needed a lifeline (in my opinion). If you would have needed a lifeline, perhaps you shouldn't read the rest of this post.
So I was feeling annoyed because I already feel like they put people on Millionaire who are not only stupid but also appear to lack common sense, which this lady obviously did. Well this was her next question:
The New York Islanders have a silhouette of what island on their jerseys?
A. Long Island
B. Hilton Head
C. And, well I don't remember the other two Islands but they WERE NOT in New York
So she of course called her husband, even though Meredith emphasized "NEW YORK." Man, this woman was dumb. Her husband got it right and she moved on (sheesh) to this question:
(DON'T LOOK DOWN) On a QWERTY keyboard which of these letters is not directly above the space bar?
A. M
B. B
C. P
D. V
Ok, so you are looking at a keyboard, but truly my spouse and I both knew the answer without looking at a keyboard...I bet you would have known it too. So she decided to double dip, because apparently she has never used a computer. And get this...she got it wrong! She guessed M and then B.
So here's the thing about stupid people, they make me angry. How can you possibly think you should sign up for "Who wants to be a Millionaire" and not know these things which I believe to be common knowledge. That lady didn't deserve the $1000 she got. Sigh*
I am disappointed in humanity. I guess what my spouse says is true, "The thing about common sense is that it isn't all that common."
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
About Natalie Portman...
Until recently, this was the cute little Natalie Portman I'd grown to enjoy as an actress (an example from Sesame Street):
Now I've always liked Natalie Portman, and I still do, but today I came across this clip which gave me a whole different perspective on her. I always thought she was quiet, kind and a lovely person and now I know that while she may be these things she is also pretty funny as well (A clip from SNL):
So here's the thing about Natalie Portman, she's more than she appears to be.
Now I've always liked Natalie Portman, and I still do, but today I came across this clip which gave me a whole different perspective on her. I always thought she was quiet, kind and a lovely person and now I know that while she may be these things she is also pretty funny as well (A clip from SNL):
So here's the thing about Natalie Portman, she's more than she appears to be.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
About motorcycle jerks...
Now I need to say right from the start that I DO NOT think that all persons who drive motorcycles are jerks, in fact at one point I even had my motorcycle license. However, as with anything in life, there are jerks that ruin it for everyone.
So, I was on my way home last week crossing the great state of Ohio. I was driving along having a wonderful conversation with my spouse and noticed a leathered-up motorcycle dude and his lady weaving in and out of traffic ahead of us. Since I have experience with motorcycles and motorcyclist, I try to be very aware of them on the road and give them space and what-not. However, this dude was driving very dangerously and neither of them were wearing helmets.
I commented about this guy and my husband agreed that people are stupid and if natural selection was what it should be, this guy would have never reached his present age.
So we continue moving along at our own pace and I go to pass this guy. I was behind a Saturn and while I wasn't on his tail, there was definitely not enough room for another vehicle to get in-between; well you can guess what happened. This douche on the motorcycle cuts in front of me. Well I slammed on my breaks because it freaked me out and got very annoyed at him for his irresponsible and dangerous behavior. He got back over after he had passed the car and I began to move up again to pass him. As I sped up he cut me off again, this time more closely. Well at this point I was starting to get pissed. I do not do well with people driving like jerks, cutting in, or being dangerous, especially when they are on a tiny hunk of metal with no helmets on.
So he passed the slower car and got in the middle lane again and as I came back up again the chick leaned in as soon as she saw me in her peripheral and he cut me off again. So I laid on my horn as I was sufficiently pissed. This guy was not only driving like an idiot, he was purposely trying to piss me off. I'm not sure why, but this ass was getting his rocks off on driving like an idiot. Maybe it impressed his lady friend. But whatever it was, it was making me angry.
As he got back over I zoomed forward to pass him and get on with my life. At this point I was so angry that I was having trouble driving safely. No shock, right as I got up there he cut me off again (and there was no car to pass this time). I laid on my horn for a good five seconds and did not back off this time. In fact, I was close enough that I made my husband nervous. The stupid ass got back over and got off the exit, which made it abundantly clear that the only reason he had changed lanes the last time was to piss me off. I don't think I have ever been that angry while driving before. I was so angry I got off at the next exit because I was so angry and upset that I was shaking.
Sometimes motorcyclists are asses. People in cars could literally kill them, and that ought to be taken into consideration. I was so angry I wanted to tap the cycle, and that’s bad! Man, I hate it when people are idiots, and I hate it even more when those idiots are on the road.
So here's the thing about motorcycle jerks, do us all a favor and let natural selection take it's course.
So, I was on my way home last week crossing the great state of Ohio. I was driving along having a wonderful conversation with my spouse and noticed a leathered-up motorcycle dude and his lady weaving in and out of traffic ahead of us. Since I have experience with motorcycles and motorcyclist, I try to be very aware of them on the road and give them space and what-not. However, this dude was driving very dangerously and neither of them were wearing helmets.
I commented about this guy and my husband agreed that people are stupid and if natural selection was what it should be, this guy would have never reached his present age.
So we continue moving along at our own pace and I go to pass this guy. I was behind a Saturn and while I wasn't on his tail, there was definitely not enough room for another vehicle to get in-between; well you can guess what happened. This douche on the motorcycle cuts in front of me. Well I slammed on my breaks because it freaked me out and got very annoyed at him for his irresponsible and dangerous behavior. He got back over after he had passed the car and I began to move up again to pass him. As I sped up he cut me off again, this time more closely. Well at this point I was starting to get pissed. I do not do well with people driving like jerks, cutting in, or being dangerous, especially when they are on a tiny hunk of metal with no helmets on.
So he passed the slower car and got in the middle lane again and as I came back up again the chick leaned in as soon as she saw me in her peripheral and he cut me off again. So I laid on my horn as I was sufficiently pissed. This guy was not only driving like an idiot, he was purposely trying to piss me off. I'm not sure why, but this ass was getting his rocks off on driving like an idiot. Maybe it impressed his lady friend. But whatever it was, it was making me angry.
As he got back over I zoomed forward to pass him and get on with my life. At this point I was so angry that I was having trouble driving safely. No shock, right as I got up there he cut me off again (and there was no car to pass this time). I laid on my horn for a good five seconds and did not back off this time. In fact, I was close enough that I made my husband nervous. The stupid ass got back over and got off the exit, which made it abundantly clear that the only reason he had changed lanes the last time was to piss me off. I don't think I have ever been that angry while driving before. I was so angry I got off at the next exit because I was so angry and upset that I was shaking.
Sometimes motorcyclists are asses. People in cars could literally kill them, and that ought to be taken into consideration. I was so angry I wanted to tap the cycle, and that’s bad! Man, I hate it when people are idiots, and I hate it even more when those idiots are on the road.
So here's the thing about motorcycle jerks, do us all a favor and let natural selection take it's course.
Monday, February 2, 2009
About Birthdays...
As per request, here's the thing about birthdays: Birthdays are the one day a year that it actually does get to be about you. It's not selfish, it's not thoughtless, it's just allowed to be about you.
Now, this does not necessarily mean this always happens on the actual date of your birth. For instance; one year my birthday fell on a Wednesday and I had 3 classes (2 with tests) and had to go to work after. Last year I was on call on my birthday. Obviously, when this happens it's hard to celebrate, however it does mean that you can pick an alternative day to celebrate. That year when my birthday was on a Wednesday I chose that next Saturday. This is acceptable within the "celebrating yourself" rules.
We spend most of our lives feeling like we are not that important. People don't always treat you the way you ought to be treated, they aren't always nice or thoughtful, and most of the time people don't care what you would prefer. Most of the time it's proper social etiquette to compromise or take turns making decisions like: movies, who’s super bowl party are we going to, where are we eating, etc. However, on your birthday you do get to decide instead of hearing other people's suggestions.
It must be noted also however that all of this does not mean that you get to be a jerk. Here are some rules for not being a jerk:
1) If you share your birthday with someone else, be sure to celebrate them also. If you don't want to share pick a different day to celebrate instead of ruining their day.
2) When picking a different day to celebrate because of work or whatever, don't pick someone else's birthday who is in your sphere (family, friends, co-workers).
3) Just because it gets to be about you doesn't mean you get to be an ass: You still have to tip your waitress, you still have to be kind to others, you must forgive people who don't know it's your birthday (like the guy behind the counter at the gas station), don't stick your nose up to people who want to celebrate with you, etc.
Now, this does not necessarily mean this always happens on the actual date of your birth. For instance; one year my birthday fell on a Wednesday and I had 3 classes (2 with tests) and had to go to work after. Last year I was on call on my birthday. Obviously, when this happens it's hard to celebrate, however it does mean that you can pick an alternative day to celebrate. That year when my birthday was on a Wednesday I chose that next Saturday. This is acceptable within the "celebrating yourself" rules.
We spend most of our lives feeling like we are not that important. People don't always treat you the way you ought to be treated, they aren't always nice or thoughtful, and most of the time people don't care what you would prefer. Most of the time it's proper social etiquette to compromise or take turns making decisions like: movies, who’s super bowl party are we going to, where are we eating, etc. However, on your birthday you do get to decide instead of hearing other people's suggestions.
It must be noted also however that all of this does not mean that you get to be a jerk. Here are some rules for not being a jerk:
1) If you share your birthday with someone else, be sure to celebrate them also. If you don't want to share pick a different day to celebrate instead of ruining their day.
2) When picking a different day to celebrate because of work or whatever, don't pick someone else's birthday who is in your sphere (family, friends, co-workers).
3) Just because it gets to be about you doesn't mean you get to be an ass: You still have to tip your waitress, you still have to be kind to others, you must forgive people who don't know it's your birthday (like the guy behind the counter at the gas station), don't stick your nose up to people who want to celebrate with you, etc.
Birthdays are important because it's important to make people feel special. You want to feel special don't you? You want to feel loved and appreciated, right? And even if you can't get that the rest of the year, you should get it on your birthday...and you should honor other people the same way. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
If you want more info check out Wikipedia’s information about birthday's here. Note their discussion of the Golden Birthday (the day you turn the age of your birth-day, i.e. 12 on the 12th), which is very obviously cause for greater celebration.
Obviously because I feel this way I try to make sure other people feel special on their birthdays as well, I'm always willing to celebrate other people. So here's the thing about birthdays, go ahead and celebrate you. Go where you want to eat, see the movie you want to see and don't worry when people complain, they'll have their chance sometime in the next calendar year for themselves.
Friday, January 23, 2009
About Windshield Wipers
So my windshield wiper broke this week. You know in the winter when there's all sorts of snow and ice and you accidentally hit the windshield wiper button and it tries to go but can't because of ice? Well that evidently totally screws up the wiper arm (not just the blade). Without pointing fingers, the other person who drives my car did this at some point when I was not in the car last week.
So we were travelling this week and I hit the thing to turn the wipers on and the passenger wiper went but the driver's side blade only jumped a few inches but didn't go all the way up, leaving a terrible streak on my windshield and hindering my view, so I'm thinking, what the hell?
So my unnamed friend said, "oh when it was icy last week I accidentally hit the wiper blades, that's probably what happened, it'll be ok. " So we try to fix it and it worked ok once he got out and moved it up a little. So I guess it was just slipping. So I think that everything is probably ok and we drive north for a yearly trip. We get further and further up north and the snow starts spitting. You know the kind of snow that spits at your windshield and splatters from the other vehicles on the road? The kind for which you only occasionally turn on the blades? Well I finally have to turn them on and of course I'm nervous, and of course the same thing happens which only makes the view worse.
We have to stop for gas anyway so I run by an Auto Parts store and to ask what's going on and OF COURSE, the wiper blades start working as they are supposed to. Cars, I'm convinced, are instruments of the devil. So they are working fine for the time being but I'm convinced that when it starts snowing tommorow, as it is supposed to, I will be SOL again. Stupid windshield wipers.
So here's the thing about windshield wipers...I don't like them, that's all. I don't like how they only have three dumb settings: so slow you forget they're on, just barely too slow to be useful, and so fast that they squeak. I don't like how you have to knock them off every five minutes when it snows. And I don't like how they have so much influence on my automobile experience, I don't like windshield wipers.
So we were travelling this week and I hit the thing to turn the wipers on and the passenger wiper went but the driver's side blade only jumped a few inches but didn't go all the way up, leaving a terrible streak on my windshield and hindering my view, so I'm thinking, what the hell?
So my unnamed friend said, "oh when it was icy last week I accidentally hit the wiper blades, that's probably what happened, it'll be ok. " So we try to fix it and it worked ok once he got out and moved it up a little. So I guess it was just slipping. So I think that everything is probably ok and we drive north for a yearly trip. We get further and further up north and the snow starts spitting. You know the kind of snow that spits at your windshield and splatters from the other vehicles on the road? The kind for which you only occasionally turn on the blades? Well I finally have to turn them on and of course I'm nervous, and of course the same thing happens which only makes the view worse.
We have to stop for gas anyway so I run by an Auto Parts store and to ask what's going on and OF COURSE, the wiper blades start working as they are supposed to. Cars, I'm convinced, are instruments of the devil. So they are working fine for the time being but I'm convinced that when it starts snowing tommorow, as it is supposed to, I will be SOL again. Stupid windshield wipers.
So here's the thing about windshield wipers...I don't like them, that's all. I don't like how they only have three dumb settings: so slow you forget they're on, just barely too slow to be useful, and so fast that they squeak. I don't like how you have to knock them off every five minutes when it snows. And I don't like how they have so much influence on my automobile experience, I don't like windshield wipers.
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