Yeah, I didn't think so either. Not until yesterday, when my washer ran dry as I drove through a Texas summer night, listening to the bugs on the windshield go pitter-pat, like a gentle rain. It's hard to steer when you're constantly moving your head looking for a clear spot...
(Mind you, it's important stuff in the winter, too. Nothing like dirty road water freezing on the glass to reduce your appreciation for the scenery. But I hadn't really thought through the summer need.)
(And yes, I kept writing when I should have been getting ready for bed. This putting-stuff-down stuff is addictive. Of course I knew that...)
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