"Don't you hate those assholes who clean just enough snow off their windshields to see, and leave the rest of the car covered in snow? They drive around with like 2 feet of snow on their roofs. It's always irritated the shit out of me," I said to last night's date as the topic of conversation turned to the impending storm.
"I do that," she responded, rather stoically. "If you're in a rush, who has time to clean the whole car?"
"Fair enough," I said.
She had a point, and I pretty much called her an irritating asshole for no reason. My bad.
I awkwardly kind of tried to apologize, and she begrudgingly kind of accepted. What followed was a series of uncomfortable silences, and her staring at her watch a lot.
I'm better off, though, I think. After all, I could never be with one of those assholes who cleans just enough snow off their windshields to see...that irritates the shit out of me.