Did I ask you to wash my windshield? Did I make some kind of signal? No I did not. I never caught your eye, never beckoned you over, nothing. Why? Because I could not see you. I could not see you until you slammed your squeegee onto my driver side window from behind. I thought I was being robbed, attacked, carjacked — heck, I don’t know what I thought because at the time I was pretty much having a freaking heart attack. Did I pay you for washing my window? No I did not. Hope you learned a valuable lesson because your next victim might be twice my age and you’ll be looking at a manslaughter rap, my friend.
This article appears in Sep 11-17, 2008.