How to Feel Stupid and Pay $2 for the Privilege
― ImageLate Saturday afternoon, as it was pouring with rain, the windshield wiper on the driver's side of my car packed it in. We were on our way to a birthday party and all windshield-wiper-selling shops were shut, so I couldn't get it fixed right away. I just had to hope it didn't rain on the way home from the party. It's rainy season, my chances weren't good, but the Gods were looking down on me that night and it was dry for the ride home. ∙ On Sunday, I said to Will, "We don't have to [...].
