The Horror!! Windshield Wiper Fluid Everywhere!!
After a pretty fun, but hot and painful ultimate frisbee game, Josh and I went to one of our favorite restaurants: Joey B’s. Be careful if you go, because you were able to take salvage on a grassy knoll if the parking lot was full (which it always is). They placed big rocks along that area now. I admit, I saw them even though they are low to the ground and not painted. But when I started to turn around to park on the street, my front bumper clipped one and dragged it a couple feet. Ugh. So these rocks are less than a foot tall, but wide and heavy and flat and jagged. Oh the jags!! For it clobbered the undercarriage of my front bumper and punctured my windshield wiper fluid container. I started bleeding windshield wiper fluid all over the parking lot. I just got an oil change, so that sucker was full and healthy. I on the other hand, with my swollen knee and a charley-horse, limped away in defeat to eat their good food and drink their beer. Dang those rocks, and dang Joey B’s. My ‘Raven’ is hurt. Pictures to come?
