Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Well, now that we are well on into September and sunrise and sunset are more exactly correlating with ol’ Robbo’s commute-time, a perennial phenomenon which drives me absolutely batty is once again raising its ugly head.

I’m talking about people who, driving directly into the sun, suddenly notice that their windshields are dirty and, without thinking about it, hit the cleaner spray.

What said people never seem to realize is that doing this while they’re still driving straight into the light has the effect of rendering them absolutely blind to what’s in front of them for several seconds, what with all the fluid splattered and smeared all over their windshields and being back-lit by sun rays coming in horizontally.  They also don’t seem to give a hoot that their own spray inevitably spews backwards and hits the windshield of the car immediately behind them.  That would be me, by the bye.)

Is it so difficult to wait until one hits a shady patch?  That’s what ol’ Robbo does.  (Much of my commute is along a parkway with ample tree-cover in spots.  It’s not like we’re out on the Overseas Highway.)

It may not seem like a big point, but when you’re stuck in 70 mph bumper-to-bumper gridlock, those several seconds can make all the difference in the world.

Grrrrrrrr…….

Ah, well.  Give it a couple months and ol’ Robbo will be having to deal with those people (probably the same ones) who don’t clear all the snow off the tops of their cars before setting out.

 

 

 

 

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