Automatic Windshield Wipers Killed the Squeegie Kid
Yesterday while stopped at a red light in downtown Toronto, myself and my vehicle were approached by a squeegie kid. A punk version of a squeegie kid wearing a leather vest, a bright pink, very high mohawk and metal galore (not necessairly piercings, but generally a lot of metalic accents)
He attempted to squeegie my windshield, by first pouring water onto it then to wipe it off with his tool of service. Unfortunately for him, and to the amusement of myself and my driver, my automatic windshield wipers sensed the water that had suddenly been on the window, and immediately started wiping, sending this water straight back into the face of the person who put it there.
We weren’t rude about it, we didn’t plan to do that on purpose, I just have smart wipers that like doing that. They’re not actually that smart, sometimes they wipe in the driest desert-like conditions and sometimes they won’t if you pour enough black ink into the wells. But they worked that Wednesday afternoon, and to them I’m grateful. It was the highlight of my day. While I had no intentions of giving this boy money, after seeing what he went through I felt I should. Sadly I actually had no money to give him.
He took it in good stride, mentioned that the automatic wipers would be the death of him, and went on his way. It was definately interesting.
(P.S. I still haven’t had time to backdate some moblog posts, I should soon though!)
