Broken wipers, rainy day, needy wife.
Who knew such a mundane task as chaning broken windshield wipers would get a cheating wife wet outside and inside her car.I was standing third in line ready to pick up my car from the Canadian Tire shop on a boring rainy Saturday afternoon close to closing time one August. Had had nothing much to do that day but run errands, and picking up my car was the last. Thought I had picked the perfect moment to walk the two blocks to the shop from my house when the rain stopped, yet just before I got to my destination I was caught in a sudden downpou...
