I’ve been having trouble with my rain sensing wipers. I’ve come to the conclusion that they have an extra 23rd chromosome –it’s the only plausible explanation. When it’s raining very lightly they rebel against their prescribed function and refuse to remove any droplets from my windshield. I, being as stubborn as my underachieving wipers, refuse to manually move the wiper control stick upwards to engage the cleaning process. You see, I don’t like to be bossy. I prefer to give my electronics the opportunity to make good on their promises.

I’m clearly a doormat, as I continually afford the benefit of the doubt and have more faith in things than they clearly deserve. 

Another factor in my disappointment with this particular situation is the fact that my wipers go crazy when it’s bright and sunny out –just to piss me off. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such erratic behavior from the things I lovingly cater too. I could have taken the damn car to the dealership a long time ago and gotten a whole new wiper system. I even threatened my wipers, in a non-abrasive way, of course, with banishment from my car… Still, nothing in return. 

I will surely spend the next few weeks contemplating my next move. It’s easy to give up a baby with down-syndrome for adoption. It’s broken. But, if you continually improve your patience and learn to love such things, you gain way more in the end. Those are comparable situations, right?