freaking windshield wipers

[eligrrl]

Why the hell did it take for-fucking ever to get home tonight? My stupid windshield wiper (driver side one, of course). I was on I-275 and all of a sudden my windshield wiper goes all apeshit on me. I knew I couldn't drive my car home in whatever condition it was in, and I didn't have time to exit right away but I knew I could get off at the next one. So I get off the freeway, and pull over into a Meijer gas station. I called K to tell him what had happened, and that I didn't feel comfortable driving my car in that condition, so could he come get me. No problem, he said. Seeing as how I knew he was an hour from me, I moved my car to the Meijer parking lot itself near garden. And then proceeded to lock my keys in my car. Yes, only I could manage to make a crappy situation crappier in one fell swoop. What was even worse about it is that I didn't even realize I had locked my keys in my car until he got there. Luckily, this Meijer is very close-by his mom's house so his stepdad came with a slim jim and they managed to get the door open. Then they decided to try and diagnose this in the dark with a flashlight in the rain. Whatever. All I needed to know was that I could drive it home. Somehow I could, and somehow I did.

I want to post more about this in detail, but I am way too tired and my brain is shutting down non-essential functions.