My truck was squeegied while I was in Seattle last summer. I shook my head no but he went ahead and started cleaning my windshield anyway. Just as he got done with the drivers side, the light turned green and I left. He hollered at me but there was nothing he could do. Two blocks later I was on I-5 heading south.
I have an idea for a squeegie guy deterent. I would hook up a second windshield washer pump and tank under the hood. I would use a foot activated switch to work it. And direct the output towards the sides of the car just in front of the windshield. I would fill it with something nasty smelling, old piss, cheap perfume, etc. Someone starts to clean my windshield when I say no, let them have it.
See, now anywhere else in the world, I would assume that was a coincidence. But on the SDMB, I know it’s an allusion!
Let me get back to you on the lunch thing, Zette. I didn’t mean to snub you on the first query, it just fell victim to my aging cerebrum. It dawns on me that with you half-timing it and Cisco and whoever it is that lives in Monroe (sorry, the a. c. claims another victim), we might almost have enough folks for a genuine Queen City Dopefest.
Groovy, Knead- say the word and I’m there! If it’s just a few of us, maybe a dinner at the Melting Pot or someplace where we can sit and chat. Woo! Queen City Dopefest!
I’d like to have a party here this summer (I’m in Lincolnton) so perhaps that can be arranged while we’re all together.
I heard of a fellow that would ask the squeegie scum to clean the -back- window, but “not quite yet”. The driver would watch the light, and time his request so that as soon as the squeegie guy started, the light would change, and the car would take off. Those squeegie guys suck.
