I am a goddamn wizard. CELEBRATE ME.
Today, I was driving home from my riding lesson in the rain, and the windshield wiper came loose. Driver’s side, naturally. The wiper was wiggling all over the place in the wind and the rain and NOT doing its job of keeping the windshield clear. I pulled over, of course, stepped out into the rain, of course, and tried to figure out how on earth I could fix this. I’ve never replaced a windshield wiper, but I know they’re replaceable. At first glance, I thought there might be a piece missing, but I spent the next five minutes (in the rain) switching from one side of the car to the other, inspecting the working wiper and then fiddling with the broken one, and FINALLY I figured out how to snap it in place.
I got back in the car, turned the wipers on, and gazed on my handiwork. Which appeared to be upside down. Or at least bent in a weird direction. But it worked! It wiped rain away.
I got back on the road and got on the interstate to go home. Not five minutes later, still on the highway, the wiper came loose again and wiggled and waggled all over the place. I pulled over on the side of the highway, still in the rain, keeping my distance from the trucks hurtling toward me, and fiddled with it again. I tried to put it on the other way, since it had looked upside down before, but I couldn’t figure out how to attach it that way. Maybe it was just bent. I managed to click it into place, still possibly upside down, but firmly attached, and got back on my way.
I AM WOMAN. HEAR ME ROAR.
I roared with the intermittent wiper speed a little slower than I was comfortable with considering the amount of rain coming down, but I made it home without having to fix it again.
BECAUSE I FIXED IT. Without a manual or Google or anything. BOW DOWN TO ME, PEONS. I humbly accept your adulation.