Let me help you feel better about your day

This goes out to all those who have come up to me to say: I thought my day/week/life was going poorly until I read your Sunday column, and then my day/week/life doesn't seem so bad after all. Thank you.

It was one loose windshield wiper blade. How much trouble could it cause? I had time. I would drive back to Auburn from Utica, and then deal with it. No problem.

But on the drive back, just as it began to rain, the loose wiper suddenly swung violently across the windshield, veering right into the path of the oncoming (and, might I add, previously fine) driver's side wiper, spearing it like a fork into a fillet. There was blood and rubber everywhere, a windshield t-bone of snarled metal which left me with no working wipers in a rainstorm, but provided humor to others on the Thruway who watched me helplessly reach out my window while driving, my left arm a poor excuse for an intermittent wiper.