I had a hilarious moment involving windshield wiper fluid. I was a bit miffed yesterday at the Saturn guys for not filling my windshield wiper fluid tank up when I bought the car … and this morning on the way to work, a seagull takes dead aim at my windshield, directly in my line of vision. Thanks, buddy.
So, I pull over, wait behind 14 people buying hard-to-find items, get my bottle, and go back to the car to fill it. Now, I’m not the most automotively savvy person, but I can generally put windshield wiper fluid in my car. This is the first time I’ve popped the hood on the new car, so naturally I can’t find the little switch and have to hunt through the owner’s manual. Get the hood open, finally, and go to fill up the tank … only to find, genius, that it’s FULL. I get back in the car, refer again to said owner’s manual for the correct way to use the wipers, and sheepishly clean bird crap off my windshield.
I am so glad I didn’t call and yell at the Saturn guys.