Her (the passenger): "Honey, I can't see anything"
Him (the driver): "You don't need to see anything"
Her (the passenger): " But how can I help you drive if I can't see anything?"
Seeing the world through bug-guts is just an unpleasant thing. My husband has an aversion to using the cleaner fluid and windshield wipers. This has been an on-going situation in our relationship since it's beginning 25 years ago.
His reasoning: it'll just smear the windshield up more
Her reasoning: initially yes, but IF you use a lot of the cleaner and KEEP the wipers going, it will eventually clear up.
His response: (none)
Isn't this like how the Holy Spirit works with us? If we can endure being initially smeared-up good, and stick with the cleaning process, won't things become clearer?
My husband says he's going to get me my own play-steering wheel and false petals so I'll have something to do instead of pestering him. I say OK, but I still have no steering wheel or pedals
Actually, we both know, he does want my help when driving (just not too much of it), especially for spotting things that are places where they aren't supposed to be...like policemen....I mean things on the road,etc.
We both start laughing during this windshield debate. But it is still ME who eventually has to climb up on the hood of the car and SCRUB off the littler buggers. I just love a clean windshield. Maybe it's just a girl-thing
Him (the driver): "You don't need to see anything"
Her (the passenger): " But how can I help you drive if I can't see anything?"
Seeing the world through bug-guts is just an unpleasant thing. My husband has an aversion to using the cleaner fluid and windshield wipers. This has been an on-going situation in our relationship since it's beginning 25 years ago.
His reasoning: it'll just smear the windshield up more
Her reasoning: initially yes, but IF you use a lot of the cleaner and KEEP the wipers going, it will eventually clear up.
His response: (none)
Isn't this like how the Holy Spirit works with us? If we can endure being initially smeared-up good, and stick with the cleaning process, won't things become clearer?
My husband says he's going to get me my own play-steering wheel and false petals so I'll have something to do instead of pestering him. I say OK, but I still have no steering wheel or pedals
Actually, we both know, he does want my help when driving (just not too much of it), especially for spotting things that are places where they aren't supposed to be...like policemen....I mean things on the road,etc.
We both start laughing during this windshield debate. But it is still ME who eventually has to climb up on the hood of the car and SCRUB off the littler buggers. I just love a clean windshield. Maybe it's just a girl-thing
