photo by: ilmungo

The inside of my vehicle needed to be vacuumed and wiped down badly. This afternoon I took it to a car wash that had vacuums and cleaned out the inside. My friend Nicole told me not to wash my car because it is suppose to rain for the next few days. This made me remember that I also needed new windshield wipers for the front and back of my vehicle. I figured it would be best to go pick some up on my way home. I stopped off at a local auto parts store and

went in to get the wipers. I am not the most mechanically inclined person but just because I have breasts does not mean I can’t determine what kind of wipers I need. I pulled out my vehicle manual, wrote down the information I would need and then went into the store. I walked straight over to the wipers. I had three men walk up to me at the same time and ask what I needed. I said, “I am here to buy windshield wipers. I need….”, before I could finish, they cut me off pulled out a manual and speaking to my breasts, said, “Well, we need to know the make/model/year of your car. That means the year it was made and the name of the company that built your car and the name of the car. Most cars have it written on the back of the car if you don’t know.” So I made a pointed effort to look at the guy’s crotch and speaking slowly to his penis I said, “Your owner thinks I am an idiot.” I turned around, walked out and went to Auto Zone. They were happy to help me and not treat me like giant non-thinking mammary glands.