Over Christmas weekend I borrowed my mom’s car so that I could actually get around to all of the various activities and errands I needed to do. The weather was not terrible, but the windshield washer was refusing to work so after only about 5 minutes of driving I’d have to start squinting out of the few unsalted spots on the windshield to see. I bought new fluid figuring that it was empty but when I looked under the hood I saw this was not the case. I managed the rest of the weekend by splashing cleaner from the surplus bottle right onto the windshield any time I got out of the car.

When I returned the car my mother kindly pointed out I’d been hitting the wrong button to activate the perfectly functioning washers. Way to go me.