So earlier this week, I drove into work and had a ton of snow sludge thrown onto my windshield thanks to the horrific job of snow clearing in the greater Milwaukee area. People here are so laid back and in touch with nature that the municipalities feel no need to clear the snow when it falls. I imagine the contingency plan is for everyone to take their dogs, hitch them up to sleds and just mush their way around...
...so anyway, by the time I get to the parking lot of the VA, I realize that I am all out of windshield wiper fluid and that my windshield is just filthy. I was wondering what I would do when I realized that if I kept wondering any longer I'd be late for work...
Around lunchtime, I bought some bottled juice, I think it was Nantucket Nectars, pomegranate pear. I was about to throw out the bottle when I thought - hey, why don't I save it, fill it up with some warm water and clean off my windshield at the end of the day...
So the end of the day comes, I grab the empty glass bottle and try to fill it up with hot water. Of course, at the VA, the water only comes out lukewarm, if that. I still think it's warm enough, grab my coat and head off to the parking lot.
I should mention, it takes at least 3 minutes to walk out to your car at the VA, by which time my lukewarm bottle of water wasn't so lukewarm. I, of course, being warm in my coat didn't think that the bottle of water should be any less warm and just poured the water all over my windshield and watched it run down.
I ran into my car, started the engine, and by the time I looked up at the windshield, realized the water wasn't running down the windshield, washing off the snow sludge, it was frozen, forming a layer of liquid ice all across the windshield...
Wow, I, thought to myself, I guess water still freezes at 32 degrees, and, for that matter, temperatures colder than 32 degrees...so, I spent the next few minutes scraping the ice off of my windshield, covered with snow sludge and wondering how in the world it is that people trust me with anything more than taking out the garbage...
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Dr. Shakur, may I suggest a consult with the squeegee man on Hooboe Avenue? Good one. :-)
You dumb.
But, this is no great surprise to me - Umar's younger brother.
No one can understand what goes on in your head. How your thought patterns result in this type of nonsensical behavior.
Then again, this comes from a man where, when an attractive girl asks him for coffee, he runs away shaking his hands furiously yelling, "You can't catch me!"
So, in other words, expect the senseless. I just hope not during surgery...
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