Forgot to mention… yesterday’s rain had turned to snow by lunchtime. It started with snowflakes the size of golf balls before tapering down to something a bit less surreal. By the time I walked out of the office, it was a slushy yucky mess outside.
I started my car and got out again to brush off the snow and ice… whereupon I discovered my windshield wipers had both been pulled up to a 90 degree angle to the windshield. Both wipers stabbed skyward, rising up from snow-covered car like twin bayonets.
And beyond my car, extending down the row of parked vehicles… every single hood sported wipers sprung to attention. Was it a sign? Alien intervention? A giant magnet? A gang sign heralding the start of a turf war in the company parking lot? You know what they say… those gang members will pull up your windshield wipers while you’re inside working and then when you come out they’ll… ummmm… laugh at you.