After pondering the various stories I plan on sharing in the future, I encountered a realization.  I have been most fortunate to be at the right place at the right time. An excellent example of this is my recent Thanksgiving story. To witness such outrageous mishaps that I am able to entertain others with their retelling is a genuine privilege. This is another one of such stories.

This tale begins in the early spring of last year. I was nearly three hours into a mid afternoon drive and about an hour north of Kokomo, Indiana. The skies were producing just enough precipitation to make a mess out of my windshield, which was obscured by road grit and grime. It turns out that I had forgotten to put windshield washer fluid in my car before I hit the road. That mental slip was quite fortunate because it nec...

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