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as i drove down the ridiculously narrow suburbia throughway, it began to rain. i flipped on my windshield wipers, no sooner had i done so it began to POUR. fweep fwoop fweep fwoop squee! my squeaky windshield wipers barely allowed me to see out of a 5x4 picture frame. the road slowly widened as i came to the center of town which in this alternate universe was considered civilization. music blasting and deep in thought at the single red light strategically placed to allow the elderly residents enough time to turn into the church parking lot. i looked up. i realized that not a single other car had their windshield wipers on. i thought perhaps my mind had exaggerated the weather conditions so i rolled down my window and stuck my hand outside. it was definitely raining, and not so lightly that the entire town minus one didnt need to utilize their wipers. i wasnt quite sure what to make of the situation. i had come to three possible explanations while i waited for the old lady in front of me to finally turn right. ONE: all the people in this town were so completely dilluted from reality. they lived in an area where it was customary to go 20 miles under the speed limit and to shout a friendly hello to everyone that passed you by on foot. perhaps it was also customary to not turn on your wipers when it rained because the technology was something they as a whole hadnt embraced yet. TWO: sticking with my knowledge about the seemingly minimum age of 65 to live round here, it is indeed very possible that these wonderfully aged individuals were TOO old to know about the windshield wiper phenomenon. THREE: last night while i was driving home from a friends house at 2 in the morning, carefully taking the back roads as to not get stopped AGAIN by the local police for actually going the speed limit, 2 streetlights went out. now, this was not the average street light going out occurrance, these particular streetlights happened to be one of few lining the back roads of suburbia, and they just so happened to flicker out JUST as i was passing each one. given the wonderful luck i find myself having as of late, it was almost safe to assume that the reason the other members of this community didnt have their windshield wipers on is because they didnt need them. i turned the corner having finally realized and accepted that there was a small black cloud looming over my car. hey, it happens in cartoons all the time, it cant be helped. when my mood brightened so would my localized weather, but for now i was happy, even proud of my own personal thunderstorm.