Driving up I-29, in this horrid rain that won’t leave us, we pass a low-riding, beat-up-ass Caddy. First thing I notice? Windows are down.
Then I see the enormous crack across the windshield.
None of this is extraordinary.
However.
The driver?
Cigarette dangling from his lip, right hand on the wheel. Torso in awkward position. You’ll see why in a moment.
Left hand? Out the window, wrapped around, holding A SQUEEGEE as he frantically cleared the window.
Oh if only I’d had a camera.
Wiper: FAIL.