have you ever been driving down the highway (and for the purpose of this story, let's say I-94), in the pouring rain, and its basically a big giant clusterfuck (except luckily people are still doing about 80mph, instead of being slow asses), and all of a sudden your windshield wipers decide to stop working.

not "oh we're just old and getting worn down so we'll slack off on making it visible to drive."

but instead its "hm, i think i'll just stop moving and stay forzen no matter how much the annoying driver starts yelling and swearing at me. she can keep turning the wiper on and off as much as she damn well pleases trying to get me to work again, but its never going to happen. aw, look at her. isn't she cute when she's angry?"

so that's what happened tuesday morning. right as i passed under the oakland bridge and was about 5 minutes away from work.

instead of being my normal Speedy McLeadFoot, i turned into one of those little old ladies who does about 45mph on the highway. except they usually don't have their head hanging out the window so they can see where they were going.

and since there was no way i was going to be able to drive home without being able to see, i ended up having to stay at work for 12 hours, and riding home with the parent. and it sucked. very much so.

so i left my car in the parking lot at work, and today david stopped by to see if he could fix it.

and he did.

and it didn't cost anything.

and he showed me how to fix it if(when) it happens again.

and it takes about 15 seconds and involves no tools.

which is a very good thing.