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Ha, I should follow up the post about dudes reverting to Needing Taken Care Of with relating the story of what we did last night.
Dude went out, measured my windshield wipers, and bought both of us new, expensive, nice windshield wipers, because winter is coming and he’d been in my car on the way to the farm last time and the wipers were all streaky. “Are these okay?” he’d asked, twiddling the knob in annoyance.
“That’s about as good as they ever are,” I said. “It’s okay, you get used to it.”
“These are a couple years old,” he said.
“I guess,” I said. “They haven’t split, though, so it seems silly to replace them.” And then I forgot the whole conversation.
But when I got home last night he was taking the new wipers out of their boxes and figuring out what went where. He had also comparison-shopped, and read the reviews, which said these particular ones were great but only if you really followed the installation instructions to wash your windshield and wipe it down really well with the weird wet-towlette thing the wipers come with. So he did, and we now have new wipers in our cars.
(However. He also had complained that the inside of his windshield was dirty and he didn’t know how to clean it without it getting streaky. He had no idea that I regularly do this; when I do my car, I do his too. And he had just never noticed. [”But it’s impossible to do it without streaks!” “You’ve never complained before.” “You’ve done it before?” “Every couple months, my guy.” “To my car??” “Yes.” “… Oh.”] So I did that, while he was doing the installations.)
(this won’t post if i add tags, so no tags for y’all. sorry.)
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Ha, I should follow up the post about dudes reverting to Needing Taken Care Of with relating the story of what we did last night.
Dude went out, measured my windshield wipers, and bought both of us new, expensive, nice windshield wipers, because winter is coming and he’d been in my car on the way to the farm last time and the wipers were all streaky. “Are these okay?” he’d asked, twiddling the knob in annoyance.
“That’s about as good as they ever are,” I said. “It’s okay, you get used to it.”
“These are a couple years old,” he said.
“I guess,” I said. “They haven’t split, though, so it seems silly to replace them.” And then I forgot the whole conversation.
But when I got home last night he was taking the new wipers out of their boxes and figuring out what went where. He had also comparison-shopped, and read the reviews, which said these particular ones were great but only if you really followed the installation instructions to wash your windshield and wipe it down really well with the weird wet-towlette thing the wipers come with. So he did, and we now have new wipers in our cars.
(However. He also had complained that the inside of his windshield was dirty and he didn’t know how to clean it without it getting streaky. He had no idea that I regularly do this; when I do my car, I do his too. And he had just never noticed. [”But it’s impossible to do it without streaks!” “You’ve never complained before.” “You’ve done it before?” “Every couple months, my guy.” “To my car??” “Yes.” “… Oh.”] So I did that, while he was doing the installations.)
(this won’t post if i add tags, so no tags for y’all. sorry.)
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