I've eased up on my loathing. It's fun and everything, but it's just not worth the wrinkles nor the bad karma. But it's been snowing here for over a week (every day, more snow. MORE SNOW. It just never stops! Never!), and I have cleaned six inches of snow - or more - off of my sweet baby Focus four separate times.
It's fine, I'm not complaining. I actually like cleaning off all of the powder from my car. It's a good workout and it's kind of an art form. I realize that this is yet another reason to think me insane, but I feel a great sense of accomplishment when I get all of the snow off of my car.
I take my sweet time to remove as much snow as possible because I don't think that it's fair to oh, I don't know, every other person on the fucking road, to have the remnants of a foot of snow blow on the cars unlucky enough to be stuck behind it.
I know that people are generally always in a hurry, but come on. Cut it out, jerks!
3 comments:
Yes, those people suck.
Beat GERD in 2010!
What I don't understand is the people who meticulously remove the snow from their car everywhere except the roof, which has 6 inches. Smart people, real smart.
gabe - I will. I will BEAT THE GERD.
lem - Exactly. I just don't understand. Is it because they can't reach? I mean, I know that we have all manner of snow scraper thingies available to us up here in Michigan, so no one here has an excuse, but there maybe you're stuck with the tiny scrapers? I don't know. Either way, it's RUDE.
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