Just to be clear, I'm talking about the act of riding someones bumper, not sitting in a parking lot with beer and hot dogs.
Mmm, hot dogs.
Anyway, this morning was bitter cold as I got in my car at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am to go to work. Psh...work.
Anyway, my windshield was a complete mess, so I do what any normal driver does, turn on my wipers and spray the windshield, AMIRITE?
But, yeah, no, all the fluid was out....as it has been for oh.....a couple of weeks...at least that's how long the little windshield wiper light has been illuminated. I love my car, and I take great care of him!
So here I am, driving to work, barely able to see and refusing, and I mean REFUSING, to stop at any gas station to clean my windshield because I'm a bitch in the morning and I don't do anything out-of-the-norm. Even if it could help me drive better. Psh, driving.
Then I had a genius moment....all I need to do, is tailgate some guy, and they will turn on THEIR windshield wipers, drowning MY windshield in wiper fluid, thereby rectifying the situation. Win-Fucking-Win!