Some people just cant stand to have their wiper blades on. I, really, hardly notice. Sometimes in life that is how it is. We see tings close to us, like wiper blades, and depending on our moods they can bother us or not. Sometimes we see the wiper blades, sometimes we are able to see past them. Peering at the road. Then sometimes we see the water sloshing. The rubber squeaking. And all of it rubbing someone the wrong way.
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