During the sub-zero spate of weather just before Christmas, we had a bit of snowfall. The Pony had my windshield scraper with the long handle. He doesn't always start up his car to get warm and defrosted before driving the few blocks to work. It would take longer to warm up than the drive itself.
When he drove himself out here the Tuesday after Christmas, for our casino trip to meet Genius, Farmer H noticed a problem with The Pony's car.
"What happened to your back windshield wiper?"
"I don't know. It acts like it's going to work when I turn it on, but it makes one swipe, and then settles down on the hatch."
"Yeah. It's pointed straight down!"
"I can put it back up by hand, and then I get one more swipe next time I turn it on, before it does that again. I guess maybe it got frozen when the weather was so cold, but the motor tried to work anyway."
"I'll have to find you a new one. Not sure if they have one that size. I'll try the parts store, but I might have to get one at a junkyard. A salvage yard."
Here it is, one week later, and Farmer H went by The Pony's house while he was off, and removed the back windshield wiper from his Nissan Rogue. He found a new one. Not sure where, but it cost $61. The Pony says he will reimburse Farmer H.
4 comments:
Farmer H is so good at finding stuff, I bet he could locate that elusive needle in the haystack!
River,
Probably. Even with his good eye closed!
I will note that Farmer H is quick to fix stuff he WANTS to fix. Just like someone else I know!
Kathy,
It must be like selective hearing. They have selective "fixing."
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