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Writer's Block: DIY
Jan. 23rd, 2009 05:45 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Several years ago, I was working as a sub-contracted courier, running hot-shot deliveries in my beat up '89 Ford Festiva. One summer day, I got sent on a 300-mile round trip, down to Green Bay and back, to pick up some computer parts.
Somewhere between Pembine and Wausaukee, it started to rain. I flicked my wipers on and nothing happened. Flicked 'em off; flicked 'em on. Nothing.
Shit.
I pulled into a little gas station and considered. Piled up against a crate of motor oil were some stacks of newspaper, tied up in twine. No one believes me, but I actually asked the guy behind the counter if I could take some of the twine from the newspaper bundles.
With two lengths of about 6 feet or so, I tied one piece to the top of each wiper, threaded the twine through the side windows and wrapped the right-wiper's twine in the right hand and the left-wiper's twine in my left hand.
As I went down the road, I steared with my knees and pulled the wiper's back and forth, zweep-zweep, zweep-zweep!
Several years ago, I was working as a sub-contracted courier, running hot-shot deliveries in my beat up '89 Ford Festiva. One summer day, I got sent on a 300-mile round trip, down to Green Bay and back, to pick up some computer parts.
Somewhere between Pembine and Wausaukee, it started to rain. I flicked my wipers on and nothing happened. Flicked 'em off; flicked 'em on. Nothing.
Shit.
I pulled into a little gas station and considered. Piled up against a crate of motor oil were some stacks of newspaper, tied up in twine. No one believes me, but I actually asked the guy behind the counter if I could take some of the twine from the newspaper bundles.
With two lengths of about 6 feet or so, I tied one piece to the top of each wiper, threaded the twine through the side windows and wrapped the right-wiper's twine in the right hand and the left-wiper's twine in my left hand.
As I went down the road, I steared with my knees and pulled the wiper's back and forth, zweep-zweep, zweep-zweep!
