Wiper Schmiper

So a buddy of mine says while he's helping me move: can you take my truck to the store to pick up some supplies. I say, I'll take my car. He says, you don't have enough room, take my truck. I say, I'm not so comfortable with that, what if something happens, I hate driving other people's vehicles. He says, what could go wrong and besides, I have insurance. I say, nahhhh; he says, go on, and tosses me his keys.

I take the keys, climb in, snow's falling fast, I settle in to the seat, turn the ignition, find the wipers and turn them on...and the passenger side wiper catapaulted ten feet across the parking lot.

He says, what did you do now? I say, nothing.... but it reminds me of the time I was a student pre-computer days and I borrowed my landlord's typewriter, hit the carriage return and it flew clear across the room.

I am not comfortable borrowing stuff.