By this point, we all know I'm a bad driver. My friends elect to sit in the backseat when I'm behind the wheel to avoid motion sickness. At least I'm not one of those bad drivers who is blind to my ways and boasts of my skills. I readily let anyone else drive (as long as you drive above the speed limit; ain't no one got time for that).
Just tonight, I picked up my friend for dinner. I rarely drive my car, and I last left it parked under a tree. Turns out, the tree rained sap on my car for forty hours and forty nights. Driving to my friend's apartment, I texted and asked her to bring out a wet paper towel to wipe down my windshield (my wipers kept getting stuck in the sap to the point where I had to stop my car and un-stick then).
Hand washing my windshield didn't make my view much better. After dinner, the sun had set, and we found the reflections to be too much for me to safely navigate us home. My friend volunteered to pay for the car wash. (Don't worry, I Venmo'd her afterward.)Read More