I left for work this morning, late as usual. I got five minutes down the road and realized I was out of wiper fluid. “Oh well,” I thought, “I’m sure I can make it work.”
A few miles along the tollway, though, I realized it could get dangerous if I didn’t stop to buy more wiper fluid. All the gunk in the road from recent snows was getting kicked up on my windshield, not enough water in it to clear the view.
I was just a mile from the oasis! I got into the right lane and made it to the gas station. As I got out of my car, I saw a man filling up the wiper fluid in his car. Inside, people were lining up to buy wiper fluid. I bought a container, and as I walked to my car, I saw a woman filling up the wiper fluid in her car. We all smiled at each other, knowing we’re in the same boat. This is Chicago in the winter.