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Reaching out
My window I try to grab hold of the wipers which
are going to and fro and making more of a mess doing their job than if I had not commanded them to do so.
I struggle a bit more, irritated that I can barely see what is looming in front of me
It could be a tractor-trailer, an ally if only I could be sure of his spot.
Of course, trailing the trailer led to more groanings from my once careful wipers.
I pulled off the road.
Once I deemed it clear enough, I slowly pulled out into traffic again.
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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