Windshields
I don’t know anything about cars. I feel the same way about cars as I do about a lot of things. It amazes me that our society can depend so much on things about which the majority of humans know nothing about. Like the media. Or computers. Or cars.
If there’s ever some sort of big catastrophe and only a small group of people survive, I hope for their sake that those people know about things like the media and computers and cars. Or that they’re motivated to learn. I can see myself being like, “Ah, fuck it,” and raiding stores for candy or something.
But it is nice to learn. Within the past year, I learned some interesting things about windshields on the Internet.
Like how when the inside of your windsheild gets dirty, you can do what professional detailers do and use water and newspaper to clean it. The ink acts as a special exfoliant. You just have to make sure the ink doesn’t rub elsewhere.
Also, if your car fogs up frequently (like mine, which no longer has a working heater/air conditioner of any kind), you can rub soaps or shampoos with glycerin on the windows and windsheilds. It creates a smoother surface, making it more difficult for the moisture to cling to the surfaces. It seems to have worked for me — at least for a couple of days.
If I were more religiously astute, I might take the time to wonder what spiritual significance these discoveries might make on my life. Windshields — can I see what’s ahead of me clearly? Ah, fuck it. I wish I had candy.
3 years ago