Laugh of the day
Apr. 6th, 2009 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amanda_loddenAs you may have noticed, SE Michigan has been covered in snow again (is it spring yet? How 'bout now?). As it typical of our "is it spring yet?" snows, it's the wet, dense snow that just refuses to move and weighs approximately 5 tons per cubic inch.
John parked in the driveway yesterday, because we weren't expecting the snow until Tuesday. That, apparently, is the price for not checking the weather forecast every 15 minutes.
Riding in with John this morning (I'm killing time until I pick up my car from the repair shop), he stopped at a light. The snow on top of his car did not. A strip about three inches high slid down onto the front windshield. A second or so later, the snow that was being held back by that front strip also slid down the windshield, and then a second or so after that, a third layer slid down until the windshield was completely covered. The windshield wipers couldn't handle the load and refused to move. The light turned green. John rolled down his window and cleaned off the edge he could reach, which didn't do enough. The car behind us honked. The light turned yellow. John sighed, flipped on his hazard lights, and grabbed the scraper. The light turned red. John got out and "brushed" off his side (which implies that the snow moved, which it did not. It was more like shoveling the snow off with an implement not designed for such actions). John got back in and turned on the windshield wipers again. They moved about a half of an inch before groaning and going back down. I took the scraper and got out. I shoveled off my side. John turned the wipers on again. The wipers cleared the rest of the snow. I got back into the car. The snow that was left on the roof gave way, and covered the windshield again.
John parked in the driveway yesterday, because we weren't expecting the snow until Tuesday. That, apparently, is the price for not checking the weather forecast every 15 minutes.
Riding in with John this morning (I'm killing time until I pick up my car from the repair shop), he stopped at a light. The snow on top of his car did not. A strip about three inches high slid down onto the front windshield. A second or so later, the snow that was being held back by that front strip also slid down the windshield, and then a second or so after that, a third layer slid down until the windshield was completely covered. The windshield wipers couldn't handle the load and refused to move. The light turned green. John rolled down his window and cleaned off the edge he could reach, which didn't do enough. The car behind us honked. The light turned yellow. John sighed, flipped on his hazard lights, and grabbed the scraper. The light turned red. John got out and "brushed" off his side (which implies that the snow moved, which it did not. It was more like shoveling the snow off with an implement not designed for such actions). John got back in and turned on the windshield wipers again. They moved about a half of an inch before groaning and going back down. I took the scraper and got out. I shoveled off my side. John turned the wipers on again. The wipers cleared the rest of the snow. I got back into the car. The snow that was left on the roof gave way, and covered the windshield again.
