To be denied access to my car for 6 weeks was a real hardship for me. It meant having to have friends pick up food for me and some pharmacy items.
I had cataract surgery and was refused permission to drive. Well, the time finally came and I drove just as far as Winn Dixie which is very adjacent.
While I was shopping, someone put a large sticker on my windshield, the size of a postcard, and it had adhesive on it, which meant I just couldn't just peel it off. It was advertising.
At home, I got a razor, WD 40 and some cooking oil and worked very hard scraping, and finally it came off.
That evening when I went to use the car, the residue from all that junk was keeping me from seeing...very foggy.
It was terrible. Anyway, next day Virginia called and asked if I minded if she used alcohol on it to take it off. My arthritic arms don't work well.
This sweet lady has been so good to me, and I really hated to say yes, but I did, and she came right over with an old dishcloth.
The alcohol bottle I handed her was dated 2003 ... but it worked. She rubbed very briskly and it's shining.
She looked at my wiper blades and said they were all worn out...so I got in my car with my dazzling windshield and headed right to Auto Zone.
Now, I think I'm in pretty good shape to start our Jewish New Year.
My car's old and so am I .... what to do.... what to do!
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